The World Is Not Real For Me

We Carry The Dead With Us Only Until We Die Too, And Then It Is We Who Are Borne Along For A Little While, And Then Our Bearers In Their Turn Drop, And So On Into The Unimaginable Generations.

The Booker Prize Is A Big, Popular Prize For Big, Popular Books, And That's The Way It Should Be.

I Have This Fantasy. I'm Walking Past A Bookshop And I Click My Fingers And All My Books Go Blank. So I Can Start Again And Get It Right.

In Order Really To Write One Has To Sink Deep Into The Self And Become Lost There.

The Past Beats Inside Me Like A Second Heart.