Then I Fell In Love And Everything

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?

Writers, At Least Writers Of Fiction, Are Always Full Of Anxiety And Worry.

At The Very End Of A Book I Can Manage To Work For Longer Stretches, But Mostly, Making Stuff Up For Three Hours, That's Enough. I Can't Do Any More. At The End Of The Day I Might Tinker With My Morning's Work And Maybe Write Some Again. But I Think Three Hours Is Fine.

I Had Known Loneliness Before, And Emptiness Upon The Moor, But I Had Never Been A Nothing, A Nothing Floating On A Nothing, Known By Nothing, Lonelier And Colder Than The Space Between The Stars. It Was More Frightening Than Being Dead.

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.