I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.
The best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming.
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.
And because nobody’s done it before, they haven’t made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet.
Growing up, I took so many cues from books. They taught me most of what I knew about what people did, about how to behave. They were my teachers and my advisers.
I know that the way to be a really successful writer is to write the same kind of book over and over again. Find the kind of thing that people like and just write one of those over and over again. I don’t do that. I just keep doing different things.
Books were safer than other people anyway.
I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.
Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.
Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art.
I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.
There’s not much high and low culture any more: there’s just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it’s good art or bad art.
Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live. Many Britons find this amusing.
I’ll find you. Don’t worry. Just be on your own and I’ll find you.
I think radio plays are my favourite medium, as they make the listener work and create and contribute in a way that TV and film can never do, and they have an immediacy that written prose often lacks.
It’s still National Library Week. You should be especially nice to a librarian today, or tomorrow. Sometime this week, anyway. Probably the librarians would like tea. Or chocolates. Or a reliable source of funding.
I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.
There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.