I Also Found Being Called Sir Rather

When You Lead A Life Of Scholarship You Can't Be Bothered With The Humorous Realities, You Know, Tits, That Kind Of Thing.

In Cuba I Have Always Understood Harsh Treatment Of Dissenting Voices As Stemming From A "siege Situation" Imposed Upon It From Outside. And I Believe That To A Certain Extent That Is True.

I Don't Give A Damn What Other People Think. It's Entirely Their Own Business. I'm Not Writing For Other People.

Language In Art Remains A Highly Ambiguous Transaction, A Quicksand, A Trampoline, A Frozen Pool Which Might Give Way Under You ... At Any Time.

A Writer's Life Is A Highly Vulnerable, Almost Naked Activity. We Don't Have To Weep About That. The Writer Makes His Choice And Is Stuck With It. But It Is True To Say That You Are Open To All The Winds, Some Of Them Icy Indeed. You Are Out On Your Own, Out On A Limb. You Find No Shelter, No Protection - Unless You Lie - In Which Case Of Course You Have Constructed Your Own Protection And, It Could Be Argued, Become A Politician.