I Never Base Characters On Real People.

(from The Story The Last Days Of A Famous Mime) He Said Nothing. He Was Mildly Annoyed At Her Presumption: That He Had Not Thought This Many, Many Times Before. With Perfect Misunderstanding She Interpreted His Passivity As Disdain. Wishing To Hurt Him, She Slapped His Face. Wishing To Hurt Her, He Smiled Brilliantly.

I Don't Separate My Books Into Historical Novels And The Rest. To Me, They're All Made-up Worlds, And Both Kinds Are Borne Out Of Curiosity, Some Investigation Into The Past.

It's True: One Of The Things That I've Always Thought About American Society Is That You Never Get The Sort Of Natural Politicisation Of Class Consciousness That You Would Get In The United Kingdom Or Even In Australia.

What I Find Really Attractive Is Something That's Going To Be A Little Dangerous. Something That Might Get Me Into Trouble; You Know, You Turn Up In London And You've Just Rewritten Dickens. And, Of Course, Then You Think, 'what Have I Done?

I Thought I Would Be An Organic Chemist. I Went Off To University, And When I Couldn't Understand The Chemistry Lectures I Decided That I Would Be A Zoologist, Because Zoologists Seemed Like Life-loving People.