I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's

I Used To Work For 12 Or 14 Hours At A Time But The Digital Age Has Made Such Happy Immersions Almost Impossible.

I'd Like, Each Time Out As A Writer, To Reinvent Who I Am And What I'm Doing. That's One Of The Great Pleasures And Rewards Of The Occupation.

The Job Of Taste Was To Thin The Insane Torrent Of Human Creativity Down To Manageable Levels. But The Job Of Appetite Was Never To Be Happy With Taste.

The Desire To Live In Our Imagination Is Driven By This Suspicion That We're Disembodied Sensibilities Cobbled Into Our Bodies. That Idea Has Infused Most Of Human Thought Since The Very Beginning.

We Will Live With Racism For Ever. But Senses Of Self, Senses Of Belonging, Senses Of Us And Of Others? Those Are Up For Grabs.