Humans, The Only Self-regarding Animals, Blessed Or

Writing Is Making Sense Of Life. You Work Your Whole Life And Perhaps You've Made Sense Of One Small Area.

I Have Failed At Many Things, But I Have Never Been Afraid.

Can You Imagine A Writer In England Influencing? Absolutely Not. And In France? It Used To Be, But No More-absolutely Not. France Used To, At Least, Have Writers As Diplomats, But Not Any More.

It Was A Miracle; It Was All A Miracle: And One Ought To Have Known, From The Sufferings Of Saints, That Miracles Are Horror.

I Never Talk About What I'm Writing About Currently, Never. It's Private Work On Your Own, No Need Or Obligation To Talk About It. Writers Are Made Into Performers These Days, Including Myself, But There Are Some Instances In Which I Will Not Perform.