How Flat All Sounds Are At The

The Novel Is Resilient, And So Are Novelists.

If They Give Me The Bloody Prize, Why Can't They Say Nice Things About Me?

In Order Really To Write One Has To Sink Deep Into The Self And Become Lost There.

To Take Possession Of A City Of Which You Are Not A Native You Must First Fall In Love There.

These Days I Must Take The World In Small And Carefully Measured Doses. It Is A Sort Of Homeopathic Cure I Am Undergoing, Though I Am Not Certain What This Cure Is Meant To Mend. Perhaps I Am Learning To Live Amongst The Living Again. Practising, I Mean. But No, That Is Not It. Being Here Is Just A Way Of Not Being Anywhere.