I was a savage for so many years of my life. There was some seed of determination in me that I was not conscious of. I was mostly consciously getting into trouble and drunk.
At some point in your life, if you're lucky, you get to design the way in which things evolve.
My main memories of my father are of his illness.
I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.
There's nothing worse than finding yourself in a situation, a very demanding piece of work, and knowing that you're not a true ally to the person who's in charge of all that.
It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.
I come from not just a household but a country where the finesse of language, well-balanced sentence, structure, syntax, these things are driven into us, and my parents, bless them, are great custodians of the English language.
I didn't like the idea of being foolish, but I learned pretty soon that it was essential to fail and be foolish.
A voice is such a deep, personal reflection of character.
Perhaps I'm particularly serious, because I'm not unaware of the potential absurdity of what I'm doing.
I like things that make you grit your teeth. I like tucking my chin in and sort of leading into the storm. I like that feeling. I like it a lot.
When I was younger, I made some decisions that I shouldn't have. And, in hindsight, I've almost always been wrong when I haven't listened to myself.
The West has always been the epicentre of possibility. One of the ways we forge against mortality is to head west. It's to do with catching the sun before it slips behind the horizon.
I'm a little bit perverse, and I just hate doing the thing that's the most obvious.
I had a very vivid, almost hallucinatory moment in which I was engaged in a dialogue with my father.
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