I think there might even come a time when I would read Virgil again. Ovid's Metamorphoses, perhaps, not because the music goes round and round and never comes out, but because it's an extraordinary picture of ceaseless change that never comes to an end.

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

As far as the novel is concerned in my own country, I think it's in a pretty healthy state.

I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.