That's One Of The Many Things I

The Telephone Ringing Gave Me A Dreadful Start. I Have Never Got Used To This Machine, The Way It Crouches So Malevolently, Ready To Start Clamouring For Attention When You Least Expect It, Like A Mad Baby.

The Novel Is Resilient, And So Are Novelists.

No Two Things The Same, The Equals Sign A Scandal.

All A Work Of Art Can Do Is Present The Surface. I Can't Know The Insides Of People. I Know Very Little About The Inside Of Myself.

If They Give Me The Bloody Prize, Why Can't They Say Nice Things About Me?