The First Book I Fell In Love

Everything Was Usual. That Was Depression: Being Stuck, Clinging To An Out-of-date Version Of Oneself.

Proust Is A Hero Of Mine. I Read 'a La Recherche' In One Go, And I'm A Very Slow Reader. It Had An Astonishing Impact, Reading It On My Own And Being My Main Company. I Think Proust Is The Most Intelligent Person To Ever Have Written A Novel.

Well, The Attractive Thing About The Subject Of Happiness Is That It Is Notoriously Difficult To Write.

It Seems People Spend The Majority Of Their Lives Believing They're Dying, With The Only Consolation Being That At One Point They Get To Be Right.

The Booker 2011 Is Of No More Interest To Me Than The World Heavyweight Championship, Which I'm Not Going To Win Either. It's Irrelevant.