Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.

I've always been fascinated by the operation of memory - the way in which it is not linear but fragmented, and its ambivalence.

We make choices but are constantly foiled by happenstance.

I'm not a historian but I can get interested - obsessively interested - with any aspect of the past, whether it's palaeontology or archaeology or the very recent past.

It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.

We all act as hinges-fortuitous links between other people.

The consideration of change over the century is about loss, though I think that social change is gain rather than loss.

We all need a past - that's where our sense of identity comes from.

Getting to know someone else involves curiosity about where they have come from, who they are.

The Photograph is concerned with the power that the past has to interfere with the present: the time bomb in the cupboard.

Though cultures differ and times change, the Word of our God stands forever as an unchanging source of answers to all of life’s problems.

Someone tells me I’ve been touched by Jesus, I remember.”“Not Jesus, ” he said in all seriousness. “The hand of God.

Be faithful anywhere you find yourself

A lot of the things I've enjoyed the most and that I think have been the best are ensembles.

If you're not part of that club, as I certainly am not, you are not presidential.

You can't be a proper comic unless you've been out on stage and felt the fear.

Sooner or later, everyone has to meet his match.

Creating success is a tug of war between your mind and your heart-your fears and your dreams. If your fears win, you lose.

Which is better: to achieve Nirvana, or become a Boddhissatva?

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.