I Think Of Writing As A Sculptural

That Tertiary Education Is Under A Sustained Assault By A Political And - It Often Seems - Social Consensus That Equates All Education With Training For Increased Productivity, Only Makes Academe A Still More Promising Environment For A Contrarian.

The Life Of The Professional Writer - Like That Of Any Freelance, Whether She Be A Plumber Or A Podiatrist - Is Predicated On Willpower. Without It There Simply Wouldn't Be Any Remuneration, Period.

Some People Have Human Muses - Mine Is A City. I Feel A Startling Ambivalence Towards London, But For Better Or Worse My Work Has Come Utterly To Depend Upon It.

As For Critical Writing About Modernism, Its Moments Of Lucidity Are But Fulgurations Illuminating The Dark And Incomprehensible Landscape Of Its Subject's Unabashed Difficulty.

The Writing Life Is Essentially One Of Solitary Confinement - If You Can't Deal With This, You Needn't Apply.