His Ignorance Seemed To Widen

My Publisher, Who Was So Good As A Taster And Editor, When She Became A Writer, Lo And Behold, It Was All This Feminine Tosh.

One Isn’t Born One’s Self. One Is Born With A Mass Of Expectations, A Mass Of Other People’s Ideas – And You Have To Work Through It All.

All The Details Of The Life And The Quirks And The Friendships Can Be Laid Out For Us, But The Mystery Of The Writing Will Remain. No Amount Of Documentation, However Fascinating, Can Take Us There.

If You Write A Novel Alone You Sit And You Weave A Little Narrative. And It's O.k., But It's Of No Account.

If It Was Europe That Gave Us On The Coast Some Idea Of Our History, It Was Europe, I Feel, That Also Introduced Us To The Lie.