There's what people say, and there's what people mean, and I like to explore the difference between the two.
I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn't the most athletic guy at school.
We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
[My maternal grandmother ] was a teacher in London and elsewhere during the war, although the children she taught were not the "lost children" who feature in the novel - those come from my research.
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
So when I say that I am a refugee, you must understand that there is no refuge.