A. N. Wilson
A. N. Wilson
Andrew Norman Wilson is an English writer and newspaper columnist, known for his critical biographies, novels, works of popular history and religious views. He is an occasional columnist for the Daily Mail and former columnist for the London Evening Standard, and has been an occasional contributor to the Times Literary Supplement, New Statesman, The Spectator and The Observer...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 October 1950
god dad mean
We tell ourselves that God is dead, when what we mean is that God is Dad, and we wish him dead.
mind approach
The approach of death certainly concentrates the mind.
book writing years
If you imagine writing 1,000 words a day, which most journalists do, that would be a very long book a year.
common anti-semitism
Anti-Semitism is extremely common.
thinking people made
I think one of the very frightening things about the regime of the National Socialists is that it made people happy.
father thinking catholic
I think I became a Catholic to annoy my father.
writing shadow feels
Everyone writes in Tolstoy's shadow, whether one feels oneself to be Tolstoyan or not.
consciousness fear-of-death
Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness - perhaps unimaginative of me.
book writing
I don't write books inadvertently.
writing thinking people
I don't think you can tell the objective truth about a person. That's why people write novels.
believe house church
I believe the collapse of the House of Windsor is tied in with the collapse of the Church of England.
jobs men marketing
The death of any man aged 56 is very sad for his widow and family. And no one would deny that Steve Jobs was a brilliant and highly innovative technician, with great business flair and marketing ability.
inspirational writing annoyed
If you know somebody is going to be awfully annoyed by something you write, that's obviously very satisfying, and if they howl with rage or cry, that's honey.
liars believe angel
Of all liars the most arrogant are biographers: those who would have us believe, having surveyed a few boxes full of letters, diaries, bank statements and photographs, that they can play at the recording angel and tell the whole truth about another human life.