Without a shadow of doubt, Trafalgar Square has to be one of the most crap urban public spaces in the world.

I have a healthy appetite for solitude. If you don't, you have no business being a writer.

If the seventies were bulbous, and the eighties sharp, the nineties were nothing but bogus.

In truth, even if they have an imperfect insight into their own methods, I still slightly mistrust writers of fiction who are assured literary critics; it makes me suspect that they favour the word over the world it should describe. Such scribes fall victim too easily to the solecism of equating style with morality.

Without a shadow of doubt, Trafalgar Square has to be one of the most crap urban public spaces in the world.

I'm going to end up like one of those old weirdos who lives in a network of tunnels burrowed through trash - yet I do not fear this.

As a writer, I'm not convinced that we are the best equipped to understand how we go about the business of literary production.