It's the great drama, the great unknowable of most of our lives, ... We don't all paddle up the Amazon in a canoe and get shot at, but we do the equivalent of that (in our relationships). |
Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex |
People in love, it is well known, suffer extreme conceptual delusions, the most common of these being that other people find your condition as thrilling and eye-watering as you do yourselves |
That form is very freeing, ... It's a great relief for the novelist not to have to be there in the way a third-person narrator implies. If you get rid of all that -- that judging entity -- you just leave the character alone with the reader. |
The land of embarrassment and breakfast. |
The land of embarrassment and breakfast. |
The secret of happiness is to be happy already |
The Sixties were an oyster decade: slippery, luxurious and reportedly aphrodisiac they slipped down the historical throat without touching the sides |
The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature; only then can he see clearly |
The writer's life is full of frailty and defeat like any other life. What counts is the work. Yet the work can quite easily be buried, or half-buried, by the life. |
Those were the days in this country where H. G. Wells, Bernard Shaw and Conan Doyle could have influence, and that's gone, that's true. But I don't think we have less influence in the hearts and minds of readers. I think, if anything, we have just as much, if not more. |
You grew old first not in your own eyes,but in other people's eyes;slowly,you agreed with their opinion of you. |