One Of The Things I Took From

I Don't Think Any Particular Painters Have Inspired Me, Except In A General Sense. It Was More A Matter Of Corroboration. The Visual Arts, From Manet Onwards, Seemed Far More Open To Change And Experiment Than The Novel, Though That's Only Partly The Fault Of The Writers. There's Something About The Novel That Resists Innovation.

Maybe You Are A Poet And A Dreamer, But Don't You Realize That Those Two Species Are Extinct Now?

Deep Assignments Run Through All Our Lives; There Are No Coincidences.

By The Eighteenth Book, One Has A Sense Of Having Bricked Oneself Into A Niche, A Roosting Place For Other People's Pigeons. I Wouldn't Recommend It.

A Widespread Taste For Pornography Means That Nature Is Alerting Us To Some Threat Of Extinction.