They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.

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.

Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.

Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.

Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?

But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.

The greatest pleasure is not - say - sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity - well, that's the job of the writer.