I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people's lands.

Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it's complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he's able to keep processing that as well.

The reason is that they define how I have gone about my business. I have trusted to intuition. I did it at the beginning. I do it even now. I have no idea how things might turn out, where in my writing I might go next.

What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.

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

My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.

The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.