A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
				I don't drive around London much. Any journey around Islington involves hundreds of speed bumps that seem to tear the bottom of your car off.			
				
			There's something about each of my books that I'm really proud of, and there's something about each of my books that I cringe over.			 
			

 
