Now naturally, like many of us, I have a reluctance to change too much of the old ways.

Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory.

It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go. Something in me just gave up.

It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.

I like novelists who can create other interesting worlds.

I wouldn't want to try to adapt something of my own. It would be like going back to school and doing all my exams again.

All you decent, well-meaning gentlemen, let me ask you, have you any idea what sort of place the world is becoming all around you? The days when you could act out of your noble instincts are over. Except of course, you here in Europe don't yet seem to know it.