If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?

Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It's as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.

Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.

Honestly, I haven't the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.

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

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued." "If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.