The Ordinary Routines Of Life

As A Londoner I Was Able To See How The World Of Power And Money Cast Its Shadow On Those Who Failed.

My Great Fear Has Always Been Complete And Utter Failure. Hence, You See, All The Dispossessed People In My Fiction, And Why I Try To Earn As Much Money As I Can. It's A Defense. I Don't Enjoy It Or Do Anything With It.

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

None Of My Books Has Been Ever In My Head; After They're Finished, They Go. It's Like Being A Sort Of Medium; You Just Grab It When It's There Then Just Release It When It's Time To Go. There's A Lot Of Instinct, Not Planning.

And When I Was Young, Did I Ever Tell You, I Always Wanted To Get Inside A Book And Never Come Out Again? I Loved Reading So Much I Wanted To Be A Part Of It, And There Were Some Books I Could Have Stayed In For Ever.