Love Isn't About When You

I Grew Up In Britain Before It Became A Multicultural Place, So In Many Ways I Have A Nostalgia For An England That's Vanished - The England Of My Childhood Has Actually Disappeared.

As With A Wound On One's Own Body, It Is Possible To Develop An Intimacy With The Most Disturbing Of Things

I Really Have To Think Of The Things Fiction Can Do That Film Can't And Play To The Strengths Of The Novel. With A Novel You Can Get Right Inside Somebody's Head.

I Was Very Young When I Prepared Those Prints. I Suspect The Reason I Couldn't Celebrate The Floating World Was That I Couldn't Bring Myself To Believe In Its Worth. Young Men Are Often Guilt-ridden About Pleasure, And I Suppose I Was No Different. I Suppose I Thought That To Pass Away One's Time In Such Places, To Spend One's Skills Celebrating Things So Intangible And Transient, I Suppose I Thought It All Rather Wasteful, All Rather Decadent. It's Hard To Appreciate The Beauty Of A World When One Doubts Its Very Validity

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'