The question I ask myself is: have I really just become a squeamish middle-aged man, or has something happened to the horror genre that shows a growing appetite for watching torture, or at least a desire to explore it on film? And if so, why would that be? I can't pretend I know. I just know I don't like it.

All films speak to their times. It becomes obvious only after.

I'm terribly nostalgic, but I'm with the Elizabethans who thought nostalgia was a disease. It's a dangerous place to be because you can get caught up in it.

Grooming-wise, it is now a constant battle as I progressively turn into my father. I have to keep on top of ear and nose hair - things you never believe will happen to you. Suddenly I have a shaving brush in my ear and I don't know where it's come from, and the more hair I take the out, the more it surges back.

I'm still a kid inside, and adventure is adventure wherever you find it.

I wrote about my journey through the country of Serbia exactly as I have always written my books, my literature.

When I travel, I just take what I need and I run. I always have my briefcase stuffed with work, even when I go on a holiday.

If you ask any of my kids today what their most important experience was in their education, they would say it was the travel and the ability to see and be in other cultures.