I Am The Kind Of Writer That

I Came To London. It Had Become The Center Of My World And I Had Worked Hard To Come To It. And I Was Lost.

All The Things That Were Read To Me By My Father Were Stories About Things Becoming All Right.

In Trinidad, Where As New Arrivals We Were A Disadvantaged Community, That Excluding Idea Was A Kind Of Protection; It Enabled Us - For The Time Being, And Only For The Time Being - To Live In Our Own Way And According To Our Own Rules, To Live In Our Own Fading India.

What Matters In The End In Literature, What Is Always There, Is The Truly Good. And- Though Played Out Forms Can Throw Up Miraculous Sports Like The Importance Of Being Earnest Or Decline And Fall- What Is Good Is Always What Is New, In Both Form And Content. What Is Good Forgets Whatever Models It Might Have Had, And Is Unexpected; We Have To Catch It On The Wing.

When I Learnt To Write I Became My Own Master, I Became Very Strong, And That Strength Is With Me To This Very Day.