The Problem, As I See It, Is

I Keep Thinking About This River Somewhere, With The Water Moving Really Fast. And These Two People In The Water, Trying To Hold Onto Each Other, Holding On As Hard As They Can, But In The End It's Just Too Much. The Current's Too Strong. They've Got To Let Go, Drift Apart. That's How It Is With Us. It's A Shame, Kath, Because We've Loved Each Other All Our Lives. But In The End, We Can't Stay Together Forever.

I Think It's Quite Difficult To Understand What Kind Of Life A Writer Leads. They Might Be Millionaires, Or They Might Be Starving People.

I Grew Up In Britain Before It Became A Multicultural Place, So In Many Ways I Have A Nostalgia For An England That's Vanished - The England Of My Childhood Has Actually Disappeared.

I Discovered That My Imagination Came Alive When I Moved Away From The Immediate World Around Me.

He Chose A Certain Path In Life, It Proved To Be A Misguided One, But There, He Chose It, He Can Say That At Least. As For Myself, I Cannot Even Claim That. You See, I Trusted. I Trusted In His Lorship's Wisdom. All Those Years I Served Him, I Trusted I Was Doing Something Worthwhile. I Can't Even Say I Made My Own Mistakes. Really - One Has To Ask Oneself - What Dignity Is There In That?