Don't Write About That Which You Don't

She Had Not Wanted Him To But Had Let Him Have His Way Because Ever Since She Was A Child She Had Generally Yielded Before Anyone With Strong Willpower, Especially If It Was A Man, Not Because She Was Naturally Submissive, But Because Strong Male Willpower Gave Her A Feeling Of Safety And Trust, Together With Acceptance And A Desire To Give In.

I'm Not Sure I'm Happy With Words Such As "task" Or "role" When They Are Attached To Literature.

All My Novels Are Rooted In Their Time And In Their Place.

I Know That A Translation Of A Work Of Literature Is Like Playing A Violin Concerto On The Piano. You Can Do This. You Can Do This Very Successfully On One Strict Condition: Never Try To Force The Piano To Produce The Sounds Of The Violin. This Will Be Grotesque.

Actually, Who Hasn't Been Through The Ghastly Experience Of Sitting In Front Of A Blank Page, With Its Toothless Mouth Grinning At You: Go Ahead, Let's See You Lay A Finger On Me? A Blank Page Is Actually A Whitewashed Wall With No Door And No Window. Beginning To Tell A Story Is Like Making A Pass At A Total Stranger In A Restaurant.