Novels Arise Out Of The Shortcomings Of

I Hated Being A Novelist When I Was 20 - I Had Nothing To Write About.

Lists Are A Form Of Power.

In My Mind's Eye Shakespeare Is A Huge, Hot Sea-beast, With Fire In His Veins And Ice On His Claws And Inscrutable Eyes, Who Looks Like An Inchoate Hump Under The Encrustations Of Live Barnacle-commentaries, Limpets And Trailing Weeds.

Literary Critics Make Natural Detectives.

I Did A Lot Of My Writing As Though I Was An Academic, Doing Some Piece Of Research As Perfectly As Possible.