Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.
The deal with multiculturalism is that the only culture you're allowed to disapprove of is your own.
Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without the thorn.
Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking, 'While I accept that everyone grows old and...
Now I have to lie on the bed for a few minutes and let the solitude gather round me once more.
I think: you deserve to be what you are if you could bare to get that way. You must have seen it coming. And now there's nothing for you here. No one will protect you, and people won't see any reason...
I think novelists are in the education business, really, but they're not teaching you times tables, they are teaching you responsiveness and morality and to make nuanced judgments. And really to just...
If God existed, and if He cared for humankind, He would never have given us religion.
He awoke at six, as usual. He needed no alarm clock. He was already comprehensively alarmed.
Since Henry Miller's Tropic books, of course, it has become difficult to talk sensibly about girls' c*nts.
Language leads a double life - and so does the novelist. You chat with family and friends, you attend to your correspondence, you consult menus and shopping lists, you observe road signs, and so on. T...
Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.
One recalls John Updike’s argument: the only evidence for the existence of God is the collective human yearning that it should be so.
And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.
The middle class is doing fine in fiction. But it's not what gets me going. I love the working class, and everyone from it I've met, and think they're incredibly witty, inventive - there's a lot of po...
Poverty said the same thing, century after century, but in different kinds of sentences.
When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable
Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour yo...
I gestured at my litre of fizzy red wine. Want a drop of this? I asked him.No thanks. I try not to drink at lunchtime.So do I. But I never quite make it.I feel like shit all day if I drink at lunchtim...
People ask me if I ever thought of writing a children's book. I say, 'If I had a serious brain injury I might well write a children's book', but otherwise the idea of being conscious of who you're dir...
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