I Do Think That Art That Doesn't

Before The Second World War I Believed In The Perfectibility Of Social Man; That A Correct Structure Of Society Would Produce Goodwill; And That Therefore You Could Remove All Social Ills By A Reorganisation Of Society. .... But After The War I Did Not Because I Was Unable To. I Had Discovered What One Man Could Do To Another... I Must Say That Anyone Who Moved Through Those Years Without Understanding That Man Produces Evil As A Bee Produces Honey, Must Have Been Blind Or Wrong In The Head...

Couldn't A Fire Outrun A Galloping Horse?

I Am Not A Theologian Or A Philosopher. I Am A Story Teller.

The Conch Exploded Into A Thousand White Fragments And Ceased To Exist.

However You Disguise Novels, They Are Always Biographies.