If We Understand The Past, We Are

When You Are Young You Don't Always Realise How Full Of Doubts Everybody Is.

Those Who Try To Obliterate The Past Are Injuring The Present.

If The Garden Of Eden Really Exists It Does So Moment By Moment, Fragmented And Tough, Cropping Up Like A Fan Of Buddleia High Up In The Gutter Of A Deserted Warehouse, Or In A Heap Of Frozen Cabbages Becoming Luminous In The Reflected Light Of Roadside Snow.

The Language Has Got To Be Fully Alive - I Can't Bear Dull, Flaccid Writing Myself And I Don't See Why Any Reader Should Put Up With It.

I Hope That Readers Will Tear Through My Books Because They Can't Stop Themselves - And Then, Maybe, Read Them Again And Find New Things There.