I do not long for the world as it was when I was a child. I do not long for the person I was in that world. I do not want to be the person I am now in that world then. None of the forms nostalgia can take fits. I found childhood boring. I was glad it was over.
I'd somehow always thought of the classics of literature as something apart from me, something to do with academic life and not something you enjoyed.
We were all miners in our family. My father was a miner. My mother is a miner. These are miner's hands, but we were all artists, I suppose, really. But I was the first one who had the urge to express myself on paper rather than at the coalface.
Children always assume the sexual lives of their parents come to a grinding halt at their conception.
I've been very lucky in everything, really - in my career and in finding someone to share my life with, and in not dying.
I don't want to see libraries close; I want to find local solutions that will make them sustainable.
We were put to Dickens as children but it never quite took. That unremitting humanity soon had me cheesed off.
I can't complain that I've had a public all through my writing life, but people don't quite know what I've written. People don't read you too closely. Perhaps, after I've died, they'll look at my stuff, and read it through, and find there's more in it. That may be wrong, but that's what I comfort myself with.