One day I was talking about what I was going to do next, and just found myself announcing it: 'I'm going to write a book about my father.'

I write every day. I'm always in the process of writing my last book, until the next one.

When I was ten years old, my family left a cold, damp prefab in West Fife and moved to Corby, Northamptonshire, where my father quickly found work at what was then the Stewarts & Lloyds steelworks.

If you're in the game long enough, you're going to be the toast of the town one day, and the next day you'll be toast.

Psychiatrists don't solve anything from one day to the next.

Rome was not built in one day.