If They Give Me The Bloody Prize,

It's Great People Still Care About Books, And It's Great You Can Still Fashion A Life From Literature.

The Telephone Ringing Gave Me A Dreadful Start. I Have Never Got Used To This Machine, The Way It Crouches So Malevolently, Ready To Start Clamouring For Attention When You Least Expect It, Like A Mad Baby.

I Read Nietzsche When I Was A Teenager And Then I Went Back To Reading Him When I Was In My Thirties, And His Voice Spoke Directly To Me. Nietzsche Is Such A Superb Literary Artist.

Enormous Morning, Ponderous, Meticulous; Gray Light Streaking Each Bare Branch, Each Single Twig, Along One Side, Making Another Tree, Of Glassy Veins.

For Memory, We Use Our Imagination. We Take A Few Strands Of Real Time And Carry Them With Us, Then Like An Oyster We Create A Pearl Around Them.