I Never Think Of Myself As Wise.

I'm Not Committed As A Writer, In The Usual Sense Of The Term, Either Religiously Or Politically. And I'm Not Conscious Of Any Particular Social Function. I Write Because I Want To Write. I Don't See Any Placards On Myself, And I Don't Carry Any Banners.

I Also Found Being Called Sir Rather Silly.

If Milosevic Is To Be Tried, He Has To Be Tried By A Proper Court, An Impartial, Properly Constituted Court Which Has International Respect.

Do The Structures Of Language And The Structures Of Reality (by Which I Mean What Actually Happens) Move Along Parallel Lines? Does Reality Essentially Remain Outside Language, Separate, Obdurate, Alien, Not Susceptible To Description? Is An Accurate And Vital Correspondence Between What Is And Our Perception Of It Impossible? Or Is It That We Are Obliged To Use Language Only In Order To Obscure And Distort Reality -- To Distort What Happens -- Because We Fear It?

Sometimes You Feel You Have The Truth Of A Moment In Your Hand, Then It Slips Through Your Fingers And Is Lost.