Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

Any book has behind it all the other books that have been written.

As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse.

Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.

I wrote much because I was paid little. I had no great desire to leave a literary name behind me.

I chart a little first-list of names, rough synopsis of chapters, and so on. But one daren't overplan; so many things are generated by the sheer act of writing.

The 21st chapter gives the novel the quality of genuine fiction, an art founded on the principle that human beings change. ----- "A Clockwork Orange Resucked" intro to first full American version 1986