He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia:

So Much In Writing Depends On The Superficiality Of One's Days.

Hate Is An Automatic Response To Fear, For Fear Humiliates.

For An Artist To Think In Terms Of Success Is Like A Priest Trying To Think In Terms Of Success.

All Good Novelists Have Bad Memories. What You Remember Comes Out As Journalism; What You Forget Goes Into The Compost Of The Imagination.

I Get Fed Up With All This Nonsense Of Ringing People Up And Lighting Cigarettes And Answering The Doorbell That Passes For Action In So Many Modern Plays.