All novels are about certain minorities: the individual is a minority.

It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow.

Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.

Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of it all, I find that I love.

There must be possible a fiction which, leaving sociology and case histories to the scientists, can arrive at the truth about the human condition, here and now, with all the bright magic of the fairy tale.