Great Writers Are The Saints For The

A Man Of Such Obvious And Exemplary Charm Must Be A Liar.

Dr Weiss, At Forty, Knew That Her Life Had Been Ruined By Literature.

Life... Is Not Simply A Series Of Exciting New Ventures. The Future Is Not Always A Whole New Ball Game. There Tends To Be Unfinished Business. One Trails All Sorts Of Things Around With One, Things That Simply Won't Be Got Rid Of.

Writing Novels Preserves You In A State Of Innocence - A Lot Passes You By - Simply Because Your Attention Is Otherwise Diverted.

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.