Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.

As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn't seen him on their box, buy the paperback.

I also know Patrick White in Australia, both personally and as a writer, and Salman Rushdie in India.

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

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?

Maybe half a dozen think they are a community, but, in general terms, I think English writers tend to face outwards, away from each other, and write in their own patch, as it were.