I feel that what I do is always contemporary with the society I'm living in... If I wanted to explain myself, that's how I'd explain myself: that I'm a diarist.

People who had been treated inhumanly, not given a chance to secure any foot on any ladder - and all the social mores were suddenly abandoned.

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine - I'm thinking that it must be love. It's too late to be grateful, It's too late to be hateful, It's too late to be late again, The European cannon is here.

I'm not sure whether it is me changing my mind, or whether I lie a lot.

I probably also wanted to be black at that particular time [ 9 years old] as well.

Once I've written something it does tend to run away from me. I don't seem to have any part of it - it's no longer my piece of writing.

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.