We Are All Prisoner, But The Name

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

There Is A Gulf Fixed Between Those Who Can Sleep And Those Who Cannot. It Is One Of The Greatest Divisions Of The Human Race.

People Have Obsessions And Fears And Passions Which They Don't Admit To. I Think Every Character Is Interesting And Has Extremes. It's The Novelist Privilege To See How Odd Everyone Is.

But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography Is Death To Art.

For Most Of Us The Space Between 'dreaming On Things To Come' And 'it Is Too Late, It Is All Over' Is Too Tiny To Enter.