One can't measure how a mood of confidence comes about.

In various and different circumstances certain objects and individuals are going to turn out to be vital. The wager of survival cannot, by its nature, reveal which, in advance of events.

It's absolutely fatal to your writing to think about how your work will be received. It's a betrayal of whatever talent you have.

Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.

As writers, we are exploring the mystery, the mystery of existence.

Rebirth. I mean by this simply what happens when the child begins to realise the fact that the black does not enter through the white’s front door is not in the same category as the fact that the dead will never come back.

Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged.