I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon.

The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.

And the smell of the library was always the same - the musty odour of old clothes mixed with the keener scent of unwashed bodies, creating what the chief librarian had once described as 'the steam of the social soup.'

I don't in any sense think of myself as a celebrity, which of course I'm not.

It is strange, is it not, how a person can adore one's soul so much that they adore one's body also?

I strike up conversations all the time and it is very interesting, finding out about things I know nothing about.

In 'The Plato Papers' I wanted to get another perspective on the present moment by extrapolating into the distant future. So in that sense, there's a definite similarity of purpose between a book set in the future and a book set in the past.