A truly living human being cannot remain neutral.
Time is change; we measure its passage by how much things alter.
All worthwhile writing... comes from an individual vision, privately pursued.
As writers, we are exploring the mystery, the mystery of existence.
Mumbling obeisance to abhorrence of apartheid is like those lapsed believers who cross themselves when entering a church.
Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.