Interestingly, Koi, when put in a fish bowl will only grow up to three inches. When the same fish is placed in a large tank, it will grow up to nine inches long. In a pond, Koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, Koi can grow to three feet long. The metaphor is obvious. You are limited by how you see the world.
A story is not an explanation, it is a net through which the truth flows. The net catches some of the truth, but not all, never all, only enough so that we can live with the extraordinary without it killing us.
Without me the literary industry would not exist: the publishers, the agents, the sub-agents, the accountants, the libel lawyers, the departments of literature, the professors, the theses, the books of criticism, the reviewers, the book pages – all of this vast and proliferating edifice is because of this small, patronised, put-down and underpaid person.
In a very real sense, people who have read good literature have lived more than people who cannot or will not read…It is not true that we only have one life to live; if we can read, we can live many more lives and as many kinds of wishes as we wish.
When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art.’ I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention.