I have always moved by intuition alone. I have no system, literary or political. I have no guiding political idea.

Judgment is contained in the act of trying to understand.

In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside whose gates at night the willingly betrayed husband waits in his motorcar. The circumstances were slightly.

It isn't that there's no right and wrong here. There's no right.

Each book, intuitively sensed and, in the case of fiction, intuitively worked out, stands on what has gone before, and grows out of it.

The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.

His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.