Hell Must Be A Place Where You

What Obsesses A Writer Starting Out On A Lifetime's Work Is The Panic-stricken Search For A Voice Of His Own.

Like Childhood, Old Age Is Irresponsible, Reckless, And Foolhardy. Children And Old People Have Everything To Gain And Nothing Much To Lose. It's Middle-age Which Is Cursed By The Desperate Need To Cling To Some Finger-hold Halfway Up The Mountain, To Conform, Not To Cause Trouble, To Behave Well.

Check-ups Are, In My Experience, A Grave Mistake; All They Do Is Allow The Quack Of Your Choice To Tell You That You Have Some Sort Of Complaint That You Were Far Happier Not Knowing About.

When... I Told My Father I Wanted To Be A Writer, He Had Asked Me To Consider My Unfortunate Wife, Who Would Have Me About The House All Day 'wearing A Dressing Gown, Brewing Tea And Stumped For Words'.

I Refuse To Spend My Life Worrying About What I Eat. There Is No Pleasure Worth Foregoing Just For An Extra Three Years In The Geriatric Ward.