I decided that I wanted nothing to do with South African government television while any of my fellow writers were banned and couldn't speak publicly.

If I dreamt this, while walking, walking in the London streets, the subconscious of each and every other life, past and present, brushing me in passing, what makes it real? Writing it down.

Art defies defeat by its very existence, representing the celebration of life, in spite of all attempts to degrade and destroy it.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.

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

Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.

When I was a child, we seemed to be living in a world remote from the rest of the world. But television has made a great difference to all of us.