Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.

I wouldn't mind writing a long book which is going to occupy me for the rest of my life.

When he [Joe Lewis] was asked upon his retirement about his long career, Joe sweetly summed it up in just ten words. 'I did the best I could with what I had'.

A Jewish man with his parents alive is half the time a helpless infant!

Being in the dark from sentence to sentence is what convinces me to go on.

Literature isn't a moral beauty contest. Its power arises from the authority and audacity with which the impersonation is pulled off; the belief it inspires is what counts.

Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.