I Never Read In Bed, Only In

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

In London, I've Always Lived Within 10 Miles Of Where I Was Born. You See, There Is Something Called A Spirit Of Place, And My Place Happens To Be London, At Least Once A Fortnight.

I Detest Self-regard. If My Work Has Taught Me Anything, It Is That Self-aggrandisement Is Completely Unhistorical.

And When I Was Young, Did I Ever Tell You, I Always Wanted To Get Inside A Book And Never Come Out Again? I Loved Reading So Much I Wanted To Be A Part Of It, And There Were Some Books I Could Have Stayed In For Ever.

When I Was A Child I Wanted To Be Pope. My Greatest Disappointment Is Missing Out On That. I Also Wanted To Be A Tap Dancer But I Never Fulfilled That Ambition Either.