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Perhaps There Are Those Who Are Able To Go About Their Lives Unfettered By Such Concerns. But For Those Like Us, Our Fate Is To Face The World As Orphans, Chasing Through Long Years The Shadows Of Vanished Parents. There Is Nothing For It But To Try And See Through Our Missions To The End, As Best We Can, For Until We Do So, We Will Be Permitted No Calm.

Memories, Even Your Most Precious Ones, Fade Surprisingly Quickly. But I Don’t Go Along With That. The Memories I Value Most, I Don’t Ever See Them Fading.

I Discovered That My Imagination Came Alive When I Moved Away From The Immediate World Around Me.

What He Wanted Was Not Just To Hear About Hailsham, But To Remember Hailsham, Just Like It Had Been His Own Childhood. He Knew He Was Close To Completing And So That's What He Was Doing: Getting Me To Describe Things To Him, So They'd Really Sink In, So That Maybe During Those Sleepless Nights, With The Drugs And The Paint And The Exhaustion, The Line Would Blur Between What Were My Memories And What Were His.

Throughout My Career I've Struggled To Encourage People To Read My Books On A More Metaphorical Level. I'm Less Attached To My Settings Than, For Example, Saul Bellow. The Setting Of A Novel For Me Is Just A Part Of The Technique. I Choose It At The End.