I have friends who read my books in Greek.

There are lots of other things that I haven't done, places I haven't seen. So eventually I'll have to find time for those things while there still is time.

A literary critic is someone who can't write, but who loves to show he would have been a wonderful writer if only he could!

But while our parting was mutually acceptable and even expedient, still it was painful. And I would like to think it hurt both of us, for I certainly felt it: a wrenching inside, like some small but improbably necessary organ was no longer in there, that it was missing, torn or fallen out. And at the time I'd thought that was the end of it; what was missing was gone forever

The amazing thing now is that most of those so-called critics who were telling me to find my own voice seem to have lost theirs.

The Army was my bread and butter.

Now, when I was in the Army, writing was my hobby.