Occupation: Novelist Birth: April 20, 1953
It's only after the change is fully formed that you can see what's happened..
One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you..
From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else’s. She read books at enormous speed….
Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender..
You put your time where your priority is..
I suppose I was lucky enough to be educated at a time when teachers still thought children could handle knowledge. They trusted us. Then there came a….
Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories an….
Some crime against nature is about to be committed. I feel it in my veins. These men and boys are grocers and clerks, gardeners and fathers - fathers….
It was too difficult. People weren't prepared to put in the hours on the donkey work - you know, dates and facts and so on. I think in retrospect my ….
It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace..
There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved..
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine..
Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us..
I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous..
The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart..
People never explain to you exactly what they think and feel and how their thoughts and feelings work, do they? They don't have time. Or the right wo….
They're so attached to their patterns that they've forgotten rule number one of human behavior: there are no patterns. People just do things. There's….
Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs..
Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded a….
We're deaf men working as musicians; we play the music but we can't hear it..
The end-of-summer winds make people restless..