My Greatest Pleasure Is To Invent. My

(from The Story The Last Days Of A Famous Mime) He Said Nothing. He Was Mildly Annoyed At Her Presumption: That He Had Not Thought This Many, Many Times Before. With Perfect Misunderstanding She Interpreted His Passivity As Disdain. Wishing To Hurt Him, She Slapped His Face. Wishing To Hurt Her, He Smiled Brilliantly.

What I Find Really Attractive Is Something That's Going To Be A Little Dangerous. Something That Might Get Me Into Trouble; You Know, You Turn Up In London And You've Just Rewritten Dickens. And, Of Course, Then You Think, 'what Have I Done?

Nostalgia Is Something We Think Of As Fuzzy. But It's Pain. Pain Concerning The Past.

If You Ever Read One Of My Books I Hope You'll Think It Looks So Easy. In Fact, I Wrote Those Chapters 20 Times Over, And Over, And Over, And That If You Want To Write At A Good Level, You'll Have To Do That Too.

It's True: One Of The Things That I've Always Thought About American Society Is That You Never Get The Sort Of Natural Politicisation Of Class Consciousness That You Would Get In The United Kingdom Or Even In Australia.