I apologize for being obvious, but every time I watch the curtain come down on even a halfway decent production of a Shakespeare play I feel a little sorrowful that I'll never know the man, or any man of such warm intelligence.
At the risk of sounding like Virginia Woolf, I could live on £700 a year.
Some people are tied to five hundred words a day, six days a week. I'm a hesitater.
The end of secrecy would be the end of the novel - especially the English novel. The English novel requires social secrecy, personal secrecy.
I've yet to meet somebody who said, 'Your stories are so revolting I couldn't read them.'
My parents were keen for me to have the education they themselves never had. They weren't able to guide me towards particular books, but they encouraged me to read, which I did, randomly and compulsively.