I Think Writers Are Very Anxious.

That's One Of The Things I Hope That The Book Can Do, Is To Restore Some Dignity To Joe Cinque.

But There Are Some Wounds That Can Never Be Healed.

Tentatively I Stood A Great Lump Of Wood On The Chopping Block And Bought The Axe Down On It. It Flew Into Two Perfect Halves. Such Was My Elation That I Ran Inside, Put On Our Ancient Cracked Record Of Aretha Franklin Singing Respect And Danced All By Myself For Half An Hour In Our Living Room, Without Inhibition, Almost Crying With Jubilation – Not Just About The Wood, But Because I Could Live Competently Some Of The Time, And Because That Day I Liked Myself.

I Like Poking My Nose Into Other People's Lives.

I Think Writers Are Very Anxious.