Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.

What critics often ask for is the impossible, though this may be a salutary means of extending the borders of art.

A work of fiction should be, for its author, a journey into the unknown, and the prose should convey the difficulties of the journey.

Only in England is the perversion of language regarded as a victory for democracy.

All novels are experimental.