Writing Is Making Sense Of Life. You

It Was A Miracle; It Was All A Miracle: And One Ought To Have Known, From The Sufferings Of Saints, That Miracles Are Horror.

It's Easier For The Former Masters To Put Aside The Masks That Hid Their Humanity Than For The Former Slaves To Recognise The Faces Underneath. Or To Trust That This Is Not A New Mask These Are Wearing.

When I Was A Child, We Seemed To Be Living In A World Remote From The Rest Of The World. But Television Has Made A Great Difference To All Of Us. If Something Happens Where I Live, You See It Tomorrow Or Perhaps Even At The Same Time It Is Happening There. It's Not "one World" In The Sense That Conflicts Are Resolved In The World. But We Are More One World In That We Know What Is Going On And Are Psychologically Influenced By What Goes On Around Us.

Art Defies Defeat By Its Very Existence, Representing The Celebration Of Life, In Spite Of All Attempts To Degrade And Destroy It.

If You Look At The Recent Nobel Prize Winners, One Couldn't Say That The Work Didn't Matter And The Political Commitment Did. Who Had Ever Heard Of The Egyptian Writer Naguib Mahfouz? He Is Not Politically Involved. Octavio Paz Is A Great Poet, Also Not Politically Involved. The Nobel Prize Is For Literature, For The Quality Of Work Over The Years.