There's A Lot Of Anti-intellectualism In Britain.

Time, The Human Dimension, Which Makes Us Everything We Are.

The Air Itself Was Ebony, Like The Denial, The Refutation, Of The Idea Of Light.

It Was The Tiredness Of Time Lived, With Its Days And Days. It Was The Tiredness Of Gravity- Gravity, Which Wants You Down In The Center Of The Earth.

The Process Of Writing A Novel Begins With A Pang, A Moment Of Recognition, And A Situation, A Character, Or Something You Read In A Paper, That Seems To Go Off, Like A Solar Flare Inside Your Head.

[on Stds] This Be Nature’s Way Of Recommending Monogamy.