Jim Crace

I want to live in a city where the future is being mapped out.

I'm not that well-versed in literary theory - I don't know what it is.

I have, I must admit, despised the English countryside for much of my life - despised it and avoided it for its want of danger and adventure.

My back only bugs me when I sleep wrong. I feel my knee more than anything, the left one. It's arthritic.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

If you actually dissect the lyrics in 'Motley Crue', you'll notice that there's a lot going on beneath the surface.