Georg Trakl

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

I write every day, including weekends. For writers, there are no weekends. It's just that your family is around, looking mournful, wondering when you're going to pay attention to them.

I had this wild imagination. I was never me. All my childhood photos, I'm in fancy dress, playing a Russian refuge or Marvelous Mad Madam Mim.

James Bond is quite serious about his drinks and clothing and cigarettes and food and all that sort of thing. There is nothing wry or amused about James Bond.