I Think My Heart Is Quite Selfish.

I Write Something That I Believe I've Made Up, And It's Only When A Friend Later Points It Out To Me That I Realise I've Been Writing About Myself Again.

Christian Ethics Demand That You Should Not Take Revenge. The Paradox Is, Naturally, That Christians Worship A God Who Is The Greatest Avenger Of Them All. Defy Him And You Burn In Eternal Hell, An Act Of Revenge Which Is Completely Out Of Proportion To The Crime

...he Went Into The Sitting Room, Put On A Duke Ellington Record He Had Bought After Seeing Gene Hackman Sitting On The Overnight Bus In The Conversation To The Sound Of Some Fragile Piano Notes That Were The Loneliest Harry Had Ever Heard.

Those Golden Minutes Before You Are Completely Awake, When Your Mind Is Just Drifting, You Have No Censorship; You Are Ready To Develop Any Kind Of Idea. That's When I Come Up With The Best And Worst Ideas. That Is The Privilege Of Being A Writer - That You Can Stay In Bed For An Hour In The Morning And It's Work Time.

I Have To Feel That I'm Going Somewhere All The Time. By Definition, If You Have This Urge To Go Places, Then You Can't Be 100 Percent Happy Where You Are. It's Not Like I Enjoy Being Miserable For Weeks On End. But I Think It's Good To Be Miserable For About One Day Every Third Week - That's Ideal For Me.