I Suppose I Am A Born Novelist,

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

Knowledge, Like Experience, Is Valid In Fiction Only After It Has Dissolved And Filtered Down Through The Imagination Into Reality.

After A Day Of Rain The Sun Came Out Suddenly At Five O'clock And Threw A Golden Bar Into The Deep Victorian Gloom Of The Front Parlour

I Was Always A Feminist, For I Liked Intellectual Revolt As Much As I Disliked Physical Violence. On The Whole, I Think Women Havelost Something Precious, But Have Gained, Immeasurably, By The Passing Of The Old Order.

The Great Novels Have Marched With The Years. They Are The Contemporaries Of Time.