His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.

I'm not a critic so much of my own writing. People must make up their own minds over that.

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

For a small island, the place is remarkably diverse. Writers tend to see things from their own points of view, looking in one direction very much.

Childhood is a disease - a sickness that you grow out of.

While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can't discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn't really matter.

His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.