The Writer Is All Alone.

How Could People Like These, Without Words To Put To Their Emotions And Passions, Manage? They Could, At Best, Only Suffer Dumbly. Their Pains And Humiliations Would Work Themselves Out In Their Characters Alone: Like Evil Spirits Possessing A Body, So That The Body Itself Might Appear Innocent Of What It Did.

I'm My Own Writer. My Material Means I'm Entirely Separate.

It Has Had A Calamitous Effect On Converted Peoples. To Be Converted You Have To Destroy Your Past, Destroy Your History. You Have To Stamp On It, You Have To Say 'my Ancestral Culture Does Not Exist, It Doesn't Matter'.

You Can't Deny What You've Learned; You Can't Deny Your Travels; You Can't Deny The Nature Of Your Life.

I Am The Kind Of Writer That People Think Other People Are Reading.