I Feel More Related To Some American

It Was A Sudden Inspiration. But Inspiration Never Came Without A Reason.

As A Writer, You Have To Believe You're One Of The Best Writers In The World. To Sit Down Every Day At The Typewriter Filled With Self-doubt Is Not A Good Idea.

My Father Grew Up In Brooklyn, N.y., With My Grandparents. In Norwegian My Name Is Pronounced 'yoo' But My Father Used To Call Me 'joe.'

It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.

When I Was A Teenager, My Father Went Bust. He Could Have Declared Himself Bankrupt, But He Was An Honourable Man And He Insisted On Paying Back All His Debts. That Almost Ruined The Family. I Was Aware That My Mother And Father Couldn't Control Things Anymore. I Guess I Was Afraid That We Would End Up On The Street.