I Hate Wasting People's Time.

When I Do Work, I Feel The Same Sort Of Urgency As I Ever Did. If I Didn't Feel That, I Don't Think I Would Wish To Be Doing It. I Wouldn't Really See The Point.

I Suppose I Have A Highly Developed Capacity For Self-delusion, So It's No Problem For Me To Believe That I'm Somebody Else.

At A Certain Age It Just Became Apparent To Me That This Was Probably The Work That I Would Have To Do.

I'm A Little Bit Perverse, And I Just Hate Doing The Thing That's The Most Obvious.

The One Thing That I Appear To Have Been Given, Bearing In Mind That I Am Capable Of Being Very, Very Scatty And Extremely Lazy, Is The Ability To Concentrate On Something I Choose To Give My Time To.