I Detest Self-regard. If My Work Has

The Best Years Are When You Know What You're Doing.

My Great Fear Has Always Been Complete And Utter Failure. Hence, You See, All The Dispossessed People In My Fiction, And Why I Try To Earn As Much Money As I Can. It's A Defense. I Don't Enjoy It Or Do Anything With It.

All Cities Are Impressive In Their Way, Because They Represent The Aspiration Of Men To Lead A Common Life; Those People Who Wish To Live Agreeable Lives, And In Constant Intercourse With One Another, Will Build A City As Beautiful As Paris.

In 'the Plato Papers' I Wanted To Get Another Perspective On The Present Moment By Extrapolating Into The Distant Future. So In That Sense, There's A Definite Similarity Of Purpose Between A Book Set In The Future And A Book Set In The Past.

I Don't Find Myself Interesting As A Person And The Details I Find Boring, Quite Frankly. You Could Sum It Up In A Few Words Or Sentences Really: Came From Nothing. Self-educated. Luck. Energy. Curiosity. Ambition. That's It. Nothing At All Can Illuminate The Work As Far As I Can Tell.