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In Life There Are No Problems, That Is, Objective And External Choices; There Is Only The Life Which We Do Not Resolve As A Problem But Which We Live As An Experience, Whatever The Final Result May Be.

The Novel As We Knew It In The Nineteenth Century Was Killed Off By Proust And Joyce.

Yes, One Uses What One Knows, But Autobiography Means Something Else. I Should Never Be Able To Write A Real Autobiography; I Always End By Falsifying And Fictionalizing—i’m A Liar, In Fact. That Means I’m A Novelist, After All. I Write About What I Know.

When I Sit At My Table To Write, I Never Know What It's Going To Be Until I'm Under Way. I Trust In Inspiration, Which Sometimes Comes And Sometimes Doesn't. But I Don't Sit Back Waiting For It. I Work Every Day.

Dictatorships Are One-way Streets. Democracy Boasts Two-way Traffic.