Maybe All Of Us At Hailsam Had

I Was A Little Concerned That A Lot Of People Thought I Wrote Merchant Ivory Movies. I Also Thought If I Was Ever Going To Write Something Strange And Difficult, That Was The Time.

I Took One Glance At Her In That Hospital Bed Under The Dull Light And Recognised The Look On Her Face, Which I'd Seen On Donors Often Enough Before. It Was Like She Was Willing Her Eyes To See Right Inside Herself, So She Could Patrol And Marshal All The Better The Separate Areas Of Pain In Her Body.

What Is Difficult Is The Promotion, Balancing The Public Side Of A Writer's Life With The Writing. I Think That's Something A Lot Of Writers Are Having To Face. Writers Have Become Much More Public Now.

…it’s Hard To Appreciate The Beauty Of A World When One Doubts Its Very Validity….but I’ve Long Since Lost All Such Doubts, Ono,’ He Continued. ‘when I Am An Old Man, When I Look Back Over My Life And See I Have Devoted It To The Task Of Capturing The Unique Beauty Of That World, I Believe I Will Be Well Satisfied. And No Man Will Make Me Believe I’ve Wasted My Time.

I Realised, Of Course, That Other People Used These Roads; But That Night, It Seemed To Me These Dark Byways Of The Country Existed Just For The Likes Of Us, While The Big Glittering Motorways With Their Huge Signs And Super Cafes Were For Everyone Else.