He Who Laughs Most, Learns Best.

The One Thing I Remember About Christmas Was That My Father Used To Take Me Out In A Boat About Ten Miles Offshore On Christmas Day, And I Used To Have To Swim Back. Extraordinary. It Was A Ritual. Mind You, That Wasn't The Hard Part. The Difficult Bit Was Getting Out Of The Sack.

The Writing Is The Most Important Bit, And Performing It Is Just Closing The Circle Because I'm Less Likely To Screw It Up Than Anyone Else.

My Mum Died About Three Years Ago At The Age Of 101, And Just Towards The End, As She Began To Run Out Of Energy, She Did Actually Stop Trying To Tell Me What To Do Most Of The Time.

I Think There Are So Many Activities Going On, Like Mountaineering. You Know, You Would Pay Good Money Not To Have To Do That, And Yet There Are People Racing Out Who Want To Spend Their Spare Time Clambering Up Rocks.

...when You Collaborate With Someone Else On Something Creative, You Get To Places That You Would Never Get To On Your Own. The Way An Idea Builds As It Careens Back And Forth Between Good Writers Is So Unpredictable. Sometimes It Depends On People Misunderstanding Each Other, And That's Why I Don't Think There's Any Such Thing As A Mistake In The Creative Process. You Never Know Where It Might Lead.