For me, novels coalesce into being, rather than arrive fully formed.
I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
False modesty can be worse than arrogance.
The art of the novelist is not unrelated to the illness of multiple personality disorder. It's a much milder form. But the better the book, the nearer to the padded cell you are.
As long as our civilisation keeps trundling along generally forwards, then there is the possibility of a future where ethnicity is merely an interesting badge, not a uniform you can't take off.
Perhaps where text slides toward ambiguity, film inclines to specificity. A novel contains as many versions of itself as it has readers, whereas a film's final cut vaporizes every other way it might have been made.
The state of childhood resonates with life inside a fantasy novel. If you have no control over how you spend large chunks of your day, or are at the mercy of flawed giant beings, then the desire to bend the laws of the world by magic is strong and deep.
'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?
It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.
Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.
There's been very little writing about speech impediments, even though it's this huge psychological barrier.
Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.
I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.
I can't bear living in this huge beautiful world and not try to imitate it as best I can.
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