Resistless Change, When Powerless To Improve, Can

We Have Lost The Art Of Public Tenderness, These Small Gestures Of Wiping And Washing; We Have Forgotten How Abjectly The Body Welcomes A Formal Touch.

The Writing Day Can Be, In Some Ways, Too Short, But It's Actually A Long Series Of Hours, For Months At A Time, And There Is A Stillness There.

When You Find Yourself Alone, Or In A Transition, You Dream More. These Are Also The Times When You Read Books.

I Think You Know Everything At Eight. But Is Is Hidden From You, Sealed Up, In A Way You Have To Cut Yourself Open To Find.

I've Heard People, Usually Writers, Say That No One Wrote A Great Book After Winning The Booker, But I Honestly Did Not Feel Any Big Pressure. The Gathering Did Hang Over Me In That It Was Darker Than I Thought At The Time.