A Novel, In The End, Is A

Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If It Still Doesn’t Work, Throw It Away.

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.

I Didn't Choose Russia But Russia Chose Me. I Had Been Fascinated From An Early Age By The Culture, The Language, The Literature And The History To The Place.

If We Understand The Past, We Are More Likely To Recognise What Is Happening Around Us.

It Is A Violation Which Has Obsessed The Tyrants Of The Twentieth Century. They Do Not Want Simply To Kill Their Opponents, But To Liquidate Them, To Deny That They Have Ever Existed.