We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean

I Was Born Left-handed, But I Was Made To Use My Other Hand. When I Was Writing 'famished Road,' Which Was Very Long, I Got Repetitive Stress Syndrome. My Right Wrist Collapsed, So I Started Using My Left Hand. The Prose I Wrote With My Left Hand Came Out Denser, So Later On I Had To Change It.

Ghetto-dwellers Are The Great Fantasists. There Was An Extraordinary Vibrancy There, An Imaginative Life. When You Are That Poor, All You've Got Left Is Your Belief In The Imagination.

One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father Gave Me - Unintentionally - Was Witnessing The Courage With Which He Bore Adversity. We Had A Bit Of A Rollercoaster Life With Some Really Challenging Financial Periods. He Was Always Unshaken, Completely Tranquil, The Same Ebullient, Laughing, Jovial Man.

When You Can Imagine You Begin To Create And When You Begin To Create You Realize That You Can Create A World That You Prefer To Live In, Rather Than A World That You're Suffering In.

The Best Writing Is Not About The Writer, The Best Writing Is Absolutely Not About The Writer, It's About Us, It's About The Reader.