None Of You [men] Ask For Anything

Advice To Young Writers? Always The Same Advice: Learn To Trust Our Own Judgment.

As Soon As I Got The Nobel Prize My Back Collapsed And I Was In Hospital.

I Woke Up One Morning, And I Couldn't Move My Arm. It Was The Oddest Thing, The Paralysis. I Called Up A Friend And Said, "i Think I've Had A Stroke," And, In Fact, That's What My Doctor Told Me. It Wasn't Terrible, But It Was Enough To Scare Me. Now I Think About Death All The Time. I Have My Death Arm, My Right Arm.

What They [critics Of Lessing's Switch To Science Fiction] Didn't Realize Was That In Science Fiction Is Some Of The Best Social Fiction Of Our Time.

Things Are Not Quite So Simple Always As Black And White.