Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.

it is in our minds that we live much of our life.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

As regards plot I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots. And as I think a plot desirable and almost necessary, I have this extra grudge against life.

Real life seems to have no plots.