But I Have Always - Ever Since

We Say, 'shall We Meet For A Drink?', As Though Drinking Were The Main End Of The Appointment, And The Matter Of Company Only Incidental, We Are So Shy About Admitting Our Need For One Another.[...]we Say, 'would You Like To Come For Some Coffee?', As Though It Were Less Frightening To Acknowledge That We Are Heavily Dependent On Mildly Stimulating Drinks, Than To Acknowledge That We Are At All Dependent On The Companionship Of Other People.

The Plain Fact Is That She Never Really Liked Me, And Never Wanted Me. I Had Been A Mistake; And That, To Some Extent, Is What I Remain In My Own Eyes, To This Day. The Knowledge Never Goes, Can Never Be Undone. You Just Have To Find A Way To Live With It.

You Would Go Mad If You Began To Speculate About The Impact Your Novel Might Have While You Were Still Writing It.

Contemporary Britain Seems An Endlessly Fascinating Place To Me - But If I Knew A Little Bit More About Other Places, And Other Times, Maybe It Wouldn't.

I Have Two Ideas For Novels At The Moment, Neither Of Them All That Conventional, But I'm Not Ready To Choose Between Them Yet, Let Alone Settle Down To The Process Of Writing.