A Star Appeared...and Was Momentarily Eclipsed By

It Wasn't Until I Was 37 That I Grasped The Great Truth That You've Got To Write Your Own Books And Nobody Else's, And Then Everything Followed From There.

In India The Odd Thing Is That English Is This Almost Artificial Language Floating On The Surface Of A Place With About Fifty Other Languages. The Same Is True Of Nigeria But Even More So.

I Wouldn't Have Thought That The Techniques Of Story-telling, Which Is What The Novel Is After All, Can Vary Much Because There Are Two Things Involved.there's A Story And There's A Listener, Whose Attention You Have To Keep. Now The Only Way In Which You Can Keep A Reader's Attention To A Story Is In His Wanting To Know What Is Going To Happen Next. This Puts A Fairly Close Restriction On The Method You Must Use.

There's A Kinship Among Men Who Have Sat By A Dying Fire And Measured The Worth Of Their Life By It.

We're All Mad, The Whole Damned Race. We're Wrapped In Illusions, Delusions, Confusions About The Penetrability Of Partitions, We're All Mad And In Solitary Confinement.