I'm Not Working-class: I Come From The

I Don't Go For This Auto-cannibalism. Very Damaging.

My Dear Sir, It Haunted Me For The Rest Of My Life.

People're Artists They're Doing Something, Taking A Hunk Of Chaps, Giving It Some Order, Some Form, And Presenting It Saying Here Is My Little Song And Dance, My Chaos.

It's Very Inconvenient Because Every Time I Finish, Let's Say, A Chapter Of A Book, I Think I'm Going To Ring Richard And Then Realize: Oh, Christ, I've Buried Him. I Buried Him Last Year.

It's My Job, It's What I Do, It's What I'm On Earth To Do And It's Who I Am.