By contrast, his young doctor wife responds instantly to the deviant 'possibilities'. No erotic feelings, attachments, about machinery. You have the reputation of being the most private of writers. Do not ask me again. I suppose I might get the same reply to this impertinent question.
Nothing is more difficult than telling the truth about oneself.
The very act of memory fictionalizes the past. Being a writer is a very dull business. Crash is much closer to telling the truth than Empire of the Sun . I hope I wasn't rude to the Royal Society of Literature, and I don't remember replying so brusquely. Twice, I think, they offered me membership of the society, without spelling out what it actually offered.