And, of course, Barbados is the other place where I like to be.

Of course, when I started my career, like anyone else who was 16 at the time, we were besotted by the rock-n-roll scene from America, and all I was interested in was having a career of my own.

Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than your flesh creep.

Banks' beer. There's nothing like it! To Brazil. And to Barbados justice.

To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.

Novel-writing is the only place where someone who would have liked to do anything can still do that vicariously.