We Are Described Into Corners, And Then

'the Satanic Verses' Was Denied The Ordinary Life Of A Novel. It Became Something Smaller And Uglier: An Insult.

Realism Can Break A Writer's Heart.

Sometimes I Think That When People Become Famous, There's A Public Perception That They Are Not Human Beings Any More. They Don't Have Feelings; They Don't Get Hurt; You Can Act And Say As You Like About Them.

Masks Beneath Masks Until Suddenly The Bare Bloodless Skull.

I Seem To Have Fallen For Women With Missing Parents. Goodness Knows What It Signifies.