...So in his own way Guy Clinch confronted the central question of his time, a question you saw being asked and answered everywhere you looked, in every headline and haircut: if, at any moment, nothing might matter, then who said that nothing didn't matter already?

Who would want the socialist Utopia? Especially if you were at all artistic - you want all those inequalities, because that's what makes life interesting.

There's a lot of anti-intellectualism in Britain. And the writer's views on this or that are really of less importance, as they see it, than that of the man in the street.

Your heart becomes gangrenous in your body when you go against your talent.

When it comes to flying, I am a nervous passenger but a confident drinker and Valium-swallower.

So I am lonely, but not alone, like everybody else.

Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.