As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.
I don't think I gain anything by seeing myself.
Nobody will ever know I existed. Nothing to leave behind me. Nothing to pass on. Nobody to mourn me. That's the bitterest blow of all.
When the blind lead the blind, they all fall in the canal.
He ended up on his own. I thought, he's got rid of everybody else, he's going to get rid of himself and he did. " "Things just seemed to go too wrong too many times.
We try to. . . we are, I suppose to a certain extent all affected and erm, that is both funny and sad I think.
Things just seemed to go too wrong too many times.
I only travel to good material, a good director and a good company. I won't work in another country for a year any longer, because I have a lovely wife and I adore her and I can't bear to be away from her.
You want to hate somebody, if you can, just to keep your powers of discrimination bright, and to save yourself from becoming a mere mush of good-nature.
If someone is difficult to talk to, if someone cannot communicate clearly, it's a real problem in terms of their likelihood to work out.
Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!