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Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness . . . A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist

Jorge Luis Borges

I’ve tried to be as honest as possible about everything

Diego Maradona

There was a time not long ago when I thought that lying was the most natural thing in the world. I was young and I had a good haircut and a girlfriend I loved. I had a best friend who was also my boss and he was friends with the most interesting people in London. I assume they were interesting. Looking back, I can’t remember much of what anyone said. But I remember laughing. I remember everything being the funniest thing that had ever happened. I worked hard and stayed out late. We drew a high line between fuel and poison. I wore suits I couldn’t afford in the hope that this was the way that one day I would be able to afford them. I always got the round in, and I always asked the barmaid her name. I never spoke to anyone about Sarah because if I did I’d have to tell everyone how much I adored her. I didn’t want to overcomplicate the portrait. I’d made an experiment with my character, and it seemed to be working. It was fun. It was addictive. And I forgot, temporarily, what was true and what was false. Or it was simply that I preferred the false.

It was then that I was found out.