I Feel That At Any Stage Of

Whenever I Have Had To Write Fiction, I've Always Had To Invent A Character Who Roughly Has My Background.

What Matters In The End In Literature, What Is Always There, Is The Truly Good. And- Though Played Out Forms Can Throw Up Miraculous Sports Like The Importance Of Being Earnest Or Decline And Fall- What Is Good Is Always What Is New, In Both Form And Content. What Is Good Forgets Whatever Models It Might Have Had, And Is Unexpected; We Have To Catch It On The Wing.

It Has Had A Calamitous Effect On Converted Peoples. To Be Converted You Have To Destroy Your Past, Destroy Your History. You Have To Stamp On It, You Have To Say 'my Ancestral Culture Does Not Exist, It Doesn't Matter'.

In A Way My Reputation Has Become That Of The Curmudgeon.

It Was A Good Place For Getting Lost In, A City No One Ever Knew, A City Explored From The Neutral Heart Outward, Until After Many Years, It Defined Itself Into A Jumble Of Clearings Separated By Stretches Of The Unknown, Through Which The Narrowest Of Paths Had Been Cut.