If We Had Not Met, That Day,

You Learn A Lot, Writing Fiction.

I Am Addicted To Arrivals, To Those Innocent Dawn Moments From Which History Accelerates.

In Old Age, You Realise That While You're Divided From Your Youth By Decades, You Can Close Your Eyes And Summon It At Will. As A Writer It Puts One At A Distinct Advantage.

Getting To Know Someone Else Involves Curiosity About Where They Have Come From, Who They Are.

I Can Walk About London And See A Society That Seems An Absolutely Revolutionary Change From The 1950s, That Seems Completely And Utterly Different, And Then I Can Pick Up On Something Where You Suddenly See That It's Not.