Another reason I think the novel will survive is that the reader has to work in a novel. In a film, you are presented with someone else's imagination exactly bodied out. The marvelous thing about a novel is that every reader will imagine even the very simplest sentence slightly differently.

It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.

That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.

You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.

The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.

And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did.

I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.