Don’t You Wonder Sometimes, What

I Took One Glance At Her In That Hospital Bed Under The Dull Light And Recognised The Look On Her Face, Which I'd Seen On Donors Often Enough Before. It Was Like She Was Willing Her Eyes To See Right Inside Herself, So She Could Patrol And Marshal All The Better The Separate Areas Of Pain In Her Body.

Screenplays I Didn't Really Care About, Journalism, Travel Books, Getting My Writer Friends To Write About Their Dreams Or Something. I Just Determined To Write The Books I Had To Write.

I Had Been Plunged Into A Different World. I Found Myself Spending Half My Time Answering Weird Questions On Book Tours In The Midwest. People Would Stand Up And Explain To Me The Situation In Their Office And Ask Me Whether They Should Resign Or Not.

I Want My Words To Survive Translation. I Know When I Write A Book Now I Will Have To Go And Spend Three Days Being Intensely Interrogated By Journalists In Denmark Or Wherever. That Fact, I Believe, Informs The Way I Write - With Those Danish Journalists Leaning Over My Shoulder.

Perhaps It Is Indeed Time I Began To Look At This Whole Matter Of Bantering More Enthusiastically. After All, When One Thinks About It, It Is Not Such A Foolish Thing To Indulge In - Particularly If It Is The Case That In Bantering Lies The Key To Human Warmth.