If a boy, if a man, asks you if you're all right and you say yes, he'll always believe you and get on with what he wants to do. It's just the way they're made.

I huff and puff and struggle with every sentence, paragraph and page - sometimes every word as well.

However much you love somebody, you should always keep a part of yourself to yourself. Never give it all. You can never be yourself otherwise.

Life is not like a novel, but a novel can be like life. The best ones always are.

I don't actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn't true it can't be love.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.

There are times when you don't know yourself. There are times when you don't want to know yourself. There are times when you want to be what you have never allowed yourself to be before.

And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

Readers are made by readers - it is so obvious it is almost banal to say it.

and we laugh and laugh andall I know isat this moment I feel likeI can do anything I wantand be anyone I wantand go anywhere on the globeand still call it home

How to Write a PoemCatch the airaround the butterfly.

My relationships with producers or photographers - these are relationships that took years.

I'm terrible at speaking extemporaneously about my work - I get completely tongue-tied and consumed with fear.

One of the aims of Budo is the suppression of fears.

The spoken word is never really effective unless it is backed up by a life, but it is also true that the living deed is never adequate without the support the spoken word can provide.

Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way.

I love London. I love England. We were out in the countryside and I had the time of my life

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

If error is corrected whenever it is recognized as such, the path of error is the path of truth.