The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

I suppose drama can either take the place of a novel or can be very closely allied with it. It's quite customary to turn a successful novel into a film or a television series because you can dramatize and pictorialize a novel.

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

I've come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don't understand.