It is at least scientifically respectable to postulate that at the centre of a black hole the laws of nature no longer apply. Since most scientists are just a bit religious and most religious are seldom wholly unscientific we find humanity in a comical position. His scientific intellect believes in the possibility of miracles inside a black hole while his religious intellect believes in them outside it.

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.

What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.

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

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

Malcolm Bradbury made the point, and I don't know whether it's a valid one or not, that the real English at the moment is not the English spoken in England or in America or even in Canada or Australia or New Zealand. The real English is the English which is a second language, so that it's rather like Latin in the days of the Roman Empire when people had their own languages, but had Latin in order to communicate.