Lists Are A Form Of

Vocabularies Are Crossing Circles And Loops. We Are Defined By The Lines We Choose To Cross Or To Be Confined By.

Louis De Bernires Is In The Direct Line That Runs Through Dickens And Evelyn Waugh. . .he Has Only To Look Into His World, One Senses, For It To Rush Into Reality, Colours And Touch And Taste.

Novels Arise Out Of The Shortcomings Of History.

Biographies Are No Longer Written To Explain Or Explore The Greatness Of The Great. They Redress Balances, Explore Secret Weaknesses, Demolish Legends.

I Have A Dreadful Fear That The More You Try To Prevent Revealing The Self The More You Do.