Never is a long word.

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

A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.

The plot is not very important to me, though a novel must have one, of course. It's just a line to hang the washing on.

I think I feel on the whole that something's there trying to get out ... It's sort of trying to get out and wants help.

As regards plots I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots.

Well, Buttermere, this is a day that is good to live and breathe in, that makes a man feel in his prime. Standing here in front of my house, I feel as young as when I moved into it thirty years ago, in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-nine. What aged man would you take me to be, as I step as it were casually into your view?