Many years ago, when I lived in the mini-Siberia they call East Anglia, I was awakened in the early hours by the sound of a pantechnicon being loaded. Peeping through the curtains, I observed the grocer doing a runner with all his chattels and his family. Clive Sinclair agoangliaawaken share on social
Back when I was young, lists seemed like fences on the open range. But secretly, I was pleased to be corralled among other literary thoroughbreds. Clive Sinclair backcorralfence Change image and share on social
I still see the world as a place of bitter irony and black humour, failed hopes, dashed plans. I hope to make my work sparer, to outgrow my desire to show off. Clive Sinclair bitterblackdash Change image and share on social
This was the wonder of advertising; the complete absence of cynicism. It may have many mansions, but it has no room for Doubting Thomases. Clive Sinclair absenceadvertisecomplete Change image and share on social
If someone like my father chooses to criticise Israeli policies, it's not because he is a self-hating Jew, but because he is not prepared to live in a state of self-denial. Clive Sinclair choosecriticisedenial Change image and share on social
Copywriting cuts the communication cord between word and feeling. By offering instant gratification, it atrophies more subtle emotions. Clive Sinclair atrophycommunicationcopywriting Change image and share on social
Hinde Esther Singer was born in Poland on March 31, 1881, the daughter of Bathsheva and Pinchos Mendel Singer. Bathsheva was an intellectual, but both Bathsheva's father and her husband disapproved of erudite women. Clive Sinclair bathshevabeardaughter share on social
When I was growing up in north-west London, our milkman's cart was pulled by a horse, and cattle still grazed on the meadows near Church Farm. Clive Sinclair cartcattlechurch Change image and share on social
I'll tell you now that I hate myself for many reasons, but being Jewish is not one of them. Clive Sinclair hatejewishreason Change image and share on social
Hinde Esther Kreitman is a forgotten literary foremother, her works largely lost, ignored and out of print. Clive Sinclair estherforemotherforget Change image and share on social
