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There's A Preoccupation With Memory And The Operation Of Memory And A Rather Rapacious Interest In History.

We All Act As Hinges-fortuitous Links Between Other People.

I Didn't Write Anything Until I Was Well Over 30.

We All Need A Past - That's Where Our Sense Of Identity Comes From.

I Am Addicted To Arrivals, To Those Innocent Dawn Moments From Which History Accelerates.