... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.
You have to be lonely to be a writer
Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.
What matters is the imaginative truth.
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.
Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.