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Because Maybe, In A Way, We Didn't Leave It Behind Nearly As Much As We Might Once Have Thought. Because Somewhere Underneath, A Part Of Us Stayed Like That: Fearful Of The World Around Us, And No Matter How Much We Despised Ourselves For It--unable Quite To Let Each Other Go.

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Because Maybe, In A

Kazuo Ishiguro

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Because Maybe, In A Way, We Didn't Leave It Behind Nearly As Much As We Might Once Have Thought. Because Somewhere Underneath, A Part Of Us Stayed Like That: Fearful Of The World Around Us, And No Matter How Much We Despised Ourselves For It--unable Quite To Let Each Other Go.

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What Is The Point Of Worrying Oneself Too Much About What One Could Or Could Not Have Done To Control The Course One's Life Took? Surely It Is Enough That The Likes Of You And I At Least Try To Make Our Small Contribution Count For Something True And Worthy. And If Some Of Us Are Prepared To Sacrifice Much In Life In Order To Pursue Such Aspirations, Surely That In Itself, Whatever The Outcome, Cause For Pride And Contentment.

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As I Say, I Have Never In All These Years Thought Of The Matter In Quite This Way; But Then It Is Perhaps In The Nature Of Coming Away On A Trip Such As This That One Is Prompted Towards Such Surprising New Perspectives On Topics One Imagined One Had Long Ago Thought Throughly.

It Was Like There Was Some Parallel Universe We All Vanished Off To Where We Had All This Sex.

Parallel Universe

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Now Naturally, Like Many Of Us, I Have A Reluctance To Change Too Much Of The Old Ways.

I Grew Up In Britain Before It Became A Multicultural Place, So In Many Ways I Have A Nostalgia For An England That's Vanished - The England Of My Childhood Has Actually Disappeared.

We Took Away Your Art Because We Thought It Would Reveal Your Souls. Or To Put It More Finely, We Did It To Prove You Had Souls At All.

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I Couldn't Speak Japanese Very Well, Passport Regulations Were Changing, I Felt British And My Future Was In Britain. And It Would Also Make Me Eligible For Literary Awards. But I Still Think I'm Regarded As One Of Their Own In Japan.

I Really Have To Think Of The Things Fiction Can Do That Film Can't And Play To The Strengths Of The Novel. With A Novel You Can Get Right Inside Somebody's Head.

I Want My Words To Survive Translation. I Know When I Write A Book Now I Will Have To Go And Spend Three Days Being Intensely Interrogated By Journalists In Denmark Or Wherever. That Fact, I Believe, Informs The Way I Write - With Those Danish Journalists Leaning Over My Shoulder.

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People Aren't Quite Sure What It Means When A Book Is A Booker Prize Winner. They're Not Quite Sure What Is Being Recommended, What Literary Values It Stands For, Because Every Year It Stands For Something Different.

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I Discovered That My Imagination Came Alive When I Moved Away From The Immediate World Around Me.

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People Were Incredibly Kind To Our Family And Went Out Of Their Way To Help.

I Don't Think It's Any Fun, Even If You Are One Of The Most Respected Authors In The World Like Margaret Atwood, To Keep Being Nominated And Not Win.

There's Still A Part Of Me That Thinks I Have To Write A Really Good Novel. I'm Not Trying To Say I'm Not Happy With The Novels I've Written In The Past. But It Always Feels To Me Like There's Another One That I Have To Write That Will Really Say What I Want To Say, And Really Paint This World That I Can See Hazily In My Head.

I Think There Is A Huge Difference Between Writers Who Have Very Big Sales, And Writers Who Have Small Sales. Even Writers With Very High Reputations, Even Nobel Prize Winners, Often Sell In Very Low Figures.

Even At The Time, I Realised This Couldn't Be Right, That This Interpretation Didn't Fit With The Rest Of The Lyrics. But That Wasn't An Issue With Me. The Song Was About What I Said, And I Used To Listen To It Again And Again, On My Own, Whenever I Got The Chance.

What Is Pertinent Is The Calmness Of That Beauty, Its Sense Of Restraint.

One Need Hardly Dwell On The Catastrophic Possibility Of Uttering A Bantering Remark Only To Discover It Wholly Inappropriate

But I Really Wanted To Find It For You. And When It Looked In The End Like It Wasn't Going To Turn Up, I Just Said To Myself, One Day I'll Go To Norfolk And I'll Find It There For Her.' 'the Lost Corner Of England,' I Said.

There's A Practical Problem About Time And Energy, And A More Subtle Problem Of What It Does To A Writer's Head, To Continually Analyze Why They Write, Where It All Comes From, Where It's Going To.

I Try To Always Go For Something... Very Interior, Following Thoughts And Memories, Something That I Think Is Difficult To Do On The Screen, Which Is Essentially A Third-person Medium.

Its Was One Of Those Events Which At A Crucial Stage In One's Development Arrive To Challenge And Stretch One To The Limit Of One's Ability And Beyond, So That Thereafter One Has A New Standard By Which To Judge Oneself.

If You Go To Tokyo, I Think It Becomes Very Obvious That There's This Almost Seamless Mixture Of Popular Culture And Japanese Traditional Culture.

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