To try to fix the future is a manifest absurdity.

If the landscape changes, then I don't know who I am either. The landscape is a refracted autobiography. As it disappears you lose your sense of self.

The kind of world I'm endlessly going on about is pretty well doomed, but nevertheless I think there are recesses of it worth celebrating.

An involuntary return to the point of departure is, without doubt, the most disturbing of all journeys.

If people are telling you a story about themselves, they gradually map their own local territories and know themselves by them.

I don't feel proprietary, but I do feel there is a human identity to the borough of Hackney that's quite peculiar. It was always bloody-minded and difficult; it always stood up to central government.