As a novelist, where do you go to tap into memories, and impressions, and sensations? It's usually, in my experience, your early life, before you started thinking of yourself as a writer, because somehow those experiences are unadulterated. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Here at its extremities the terrified transients gathered, gazing out at the vast refulgent ocean for some sign of security.” — William Boyd Copy Share
“We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.” — William Boyd Copy Share
“A warm sunny evening, the plash and gurgle of the waves in the rock pools, the rush of the cold gin. I thought for… — William Boyd Copy Share
I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad. — William Boyd Copy Share
With film, you have very limited tools to convey subjectivity - voiceover, the camera's point of view, good acting - but even the very… — William Boyd Copy Share
“any man over forty who deliberately combs his hair forward in a child’s fringe has something suspect about him,” — William Boyd Copy Share
There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone. — William Boyd Copy Share
“Feelings of depression; feelings of frustration; feelings of emptiness in the face of all this randomness - done down by the haphazard, yet again.” — William Boyd Copy Share
There is a disconnect between the film Bond and the literary Bond which is their contemporaneity. I don't suffer from that. — William Boyd Copy Share
“So much for my great vendetta, so much for the tireless hunt for my betrayer. Isn't this how life turns out, more often than… — William Boyd Copy Share
