I Started As A Songwriter And Wanted

Maybe All Of Us At Hailsam Had Little Secrets Like That -- Little Private Nooks Created Out Of Thin Air Where We Could Go Off Alone Without Fears And Longing.

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'

After All, What Can We Ever Gain In Forever Looking Back And Blaming Ourselves If Our Lives Have Not Turned Out Quite As We Might Have Wished?

The Booker Triumph Of Graham Swift's Moving, Effortlessly Profound Last Orders Is A Vindication Of The Quiet, Much-misunderstood Path This Fine Writer Chose To Take After The Brilliance Of Waterland More Than Ten Years Ago.

Even The Solitude, I've Actually Grown To Quite Like... I Do Like The Feeling Of Getting Into My Little Car, Knowing For The Next Couple Of Hours I'll Have Only The Roads, The Big Gray Sky And My Daydreams For Company.