The trouble began with Forster. After him it was considered ungentlemanly to write more than five or six novels.

I didn't think; I experimented.

...the essential intention is the real sin. A man who cannot choose ceases to be a man.

The trouble began with Forster. After him it was considered ungentlemanly to write more than five or six novels.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

One goes on writing partly because it is the only available way of earning a living. It is a hard way and highly competitive. My heart drops into my bowels when I enter a bookshop and see how fierce the competition is...There is also a privier reason for pushing on, and that is the hopeless hope that someday that intractable enemy language will yield to the struggle to control it... Mastery never comes, and one serves a lifelong apprenticeship. The writer cannot retire from the battle; he dies fighting.

It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.