I really liked:

I never talk about something new until it's finished. It's much easier to talk than to do, and, in the kitchen, it's not wise to lift the lid on a pressure cooker. Also, I don't know much about what the thing is yet; only that I'm pregnant. The foetus has to grow freely, and to say anything about it would be to put a corset around it and risk stunting the development.

Corseted fetus. Dude. Now there's an image that'll linger.


Also this one:

Objectively, I know that something complex is going on, but subjectively I'm a spectator, relaying what I see and hear. I don't lay much claim to being a writer; but I am a fairly high-grade piece of conductive copper.

And in anwer to the question 'What is your idea of postmodernism in contemporary literature, and what is your opinion of the postmodernist novel?':

Writers have no concern with this kind of question. And, since the theorists are still arguing about the terminology and meaning, until there is more light than heat I can answer only that it is a load of deconstructed bollocks.

Ahahahahaaaaa!


{in passing smacks the morons using the internet to whine about the ugliness of the modern world}