The Danger With Hatred Is, Once You

If You Read A Novel In More Than Two Weeks, You Don't Read The Novel Really.

I Wouldn't Mind Writing A Long Book Which Is Going To Occupy Me For The Rest Of My Life.

The Question To Ask About The Writer Isn't 'why Does He Behave So Badly?' But 'what Does He Gain By Wearing This Mask?

I Think I Write Or Publish As Much As I Do Because I Can Bear Being Without A Book To Work On. But Routinely When I Finish A Book, I Think, "what Will I Do? Where Will I Get An Idea?" And A Kind Of Low-level Panic Sets In. And Then Eventually Something Happens. I Don't Know. If I Knew How It Happened I Would Repeat The Process, But I Don't Know - Something Just Occurs To Me.

The Terror Of The Unforeseen Is What The Science Of History Hides, Turning A Disaster Into An Epic.