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.
Anthony BurgessLiterature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing.
Anthony BurgessBeckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.
Anthony Burgess