I Think Writers Are Excited By Stupidity

Someone Watches Over Us When We Write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.

In Germany, They Were Very Interested In Talking About Their Past. I Respect That, And I Think They've Done Quite Well. It's Become A Kind Of Obsession, As It Bloody Well Should, When Compared, For Example, To France, Which Hasn't Done Anything. France Has Done No Work About Their Part In Transporting Eighty Thousand People To Their Deaths. They Are Still The Guy In The Leather Jacket With The Onion, Who's A Part Of La Résistance. In Fact, They Collaborated, Not Resisted.

But Before We Face Experience, That Miserable Enemy, Let Us Have Some More Innocence, Just For A While.

I'm Afraid The Negative Things Are Always The Great Subjects. Failure Is Much More Interesting Than Success.

I Always Do My Draft In Long Hand Because Even The Ink Is Part Of The Flow.