My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.
My life is short. I can't listen to banality.
If ever you wish to meet intellectual frauds in quantity, go to Paris.
After all, we make ourselves according to the ideas we have of our possibilities.
A cat only has itself.
It has had a calamitous effect on converted peoples. To be converted you have to destroy your past, destroy your history. You have to stamp on it, you have to say 'my ancestral culture does not exist, it doesn't matter'.