I can do hieroglyphics in the margin. There are days when I really enjoy the flow of ink. I mean, nice pen, ink straight on to the page.

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it's so slow and sweet and everlasting.

I respond to the sound of London being spoken - to the sound of London.

My mother was a great bringer-up of children. My memories are of a sense of security and comfort.

When anything goes digital, let alone something as immaterial as a book, there is a tendency to see it as just in the air to be taken, and to lose the sense that somebody once made it.

What does education do, what does it have to offer, when deprived of its necessary partner, the future, and face instead with - no future at all?

I can do hieroglyphics in the margin. There are days when I really enjoy the flow of ink. I mean, nice pen, ink straight on to the page.