I Think Of My Pile Of Old

Perhaps There Are Those Who Are Able To Go About Their Lives Unfettered By Such Concerns. But For Those Like Us, Our Fate Is To Face The World As Orphans, Chasing Through Long Years The Shadows Of Vanished Parents. There Is Nothing For It But To Try And See Through Our Missions To The End, As Best We Can, For Until We Do So, We Will Be Permitted No Calm.

I Think It's Quite Difficult To Understand What Kind Of Life A Writer Leads. They Might Be Millionaires, Or They Might Be Starving People.

Throughout My Career I've Struggled To Encourage People To Read My Books On A More Metaphorical Level. I'm Less Attached To My Settings Than, For Example, Saul Bellow. The Setting Of A Novel For Me Is Just A Part Of The Technique. I Choose It At The End.

There Comes A Point When You Can More Or Less Count The Number Of Books You're Going To Write Before You Die.

For A Great Many People, The Evening Is The Most Enjoyable Part Of The Day. Perhaps, Then, There Is Something To His Advice That I Should Cease Looking Back So Much, That I Should Adopt A More Positive Outlook And Try To Make The Best Of What Remains Of My Day. After All, What Can We Ever Gain In Forever Looking Back And Blaming Ourselves If Our Lives Have Not Turned Out Quite As We Might Have Wished?