She Always Wanted To Believe In Things.

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

And So We Stood Together Like That, At The Top Of That Field For What Seemed Like Ages, Not Saying Anything, Just Holding Each Other, While The Wind Kept Blowing And Blowing At Us, Tugging Our Clothes, And For A Moment, It Seemed Like We Were Holding Onto Each Other Because That Was The Only Way To Stop Us From Being Swept Away Into The Night.

I Was A Little Concerned That A Lot Of People Thought I Wrote Merchant Ivory Movies. I Also Thought If I Was Ever Going To Write Something Strange And Difficult, That Was The Time.

Poor Creatures. What Did We Do To You? With All Our Schemes And Plans?

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.'