It Seems To Me That Anyone Whose

The Photograph Is Concerned With The Power That The Past Has To Interfere With The Present: The Time Bomb In The Cupboard.

I Rather Like Getting Away From Fiction.

Language Tethers Us To The World; Without It We Spin Like Atoms.

I Can Remember The Lush Spring Excitement Of Language In Childhood. Sitting In Church, Rolling It Around My Mouth Like Marbles--tabernacle And Pharisee And Parable, Tresspass And Babylon And Covenant.

Every Novel Generates Its Own Climate, When You Get Going.