I'm Woefully One-track-minded.

I Don't Torture Myself. And I Do The Work Because Of The Pleasure Involved. I'm Satisfying A Compulsion I Find Nigh-on Irresistible. It's Not Necessarily Because Of The Work Itself. I Just Feel The Need For A Period Of Regeneration Afterwards. Like Leaving A Field Fallow When You've Grazed Too Much On It. I Feel Depleted.

I Still Relate To My Father Very Much. I Mean, I Talk To Him In A Certain Way, As We Do Talk To The Dead.

You've Just Provided Me With The Makings Of One Hell Of A Weekend In Dublin.

My Preference Is That, That Day When Someone Sticks A Tripod In Front Of You With A Camera On The Top, It Is Not Day One.

Shoes Are Strange Things. If You Take Your Shoes Off In A Situation In Which You're Vulnerable, You'll Feel 10 Times More Vulnerable.