An autobiography can distort; facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies: it reveals the writer totally.

People come and go all the time; the world has always been in movement.

I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs.

It is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That's where the mischief starts. That's where everything starts unravelling.

How could people like these, without words to put to their emotions and passions, manage? They could, at best, only suffer dumbly. Their pains and humiliations would work themselves out in their characters alone: like evil spirits possessing a body, so that the body itself might appear innocent of what it did.

I had no student friends to talk to about literature. My tutor was a really nice man, very charming - but he had no literary judgment.

The world is always in movement.