Heaven Lies Around Us In Our Infancy.

Life's Scientific, But We Don't Know, Do We? Not Certainly, I Mean.

Nothing Is So Impenetrable As Laughter In A Language You Don't Understand.

No Human Endeavour Can Ever Be Wholly Good... It Must Always Have A Cost.

Life Should Serve Up Its Feast Of Experience In A Series Of Courses.

The Novel Is Very Much Alive, Indeed. In Toronto At The Sixth Annual International Festival Of Authors (october 1985) I Listened To Novelists By The Dozen.