We All Need Money, But There Are

The Book I Am Best Known For, Or Only Known For, Is A Novel I Am Prepared To Repudiate: Written A Quarter Of A Century Ago, A Jeu D'esprit Knocked Off For Money In Three Weeks, It Became Known As The Raw Material For A Film Which Seemed To Glorify Sex And Violence. The Film Made It Easy For Readers Of The Book To Misunderstand What It Was About, And The Misunderstanding Will Pursue Me Till I Die. I Should Not Have Written The Book Because Of This Danger Of Misinterpretation.

Colonialism. The Enforced Spread Of The Rule Of Reason. But Who Is Going To Spread It Among The Colonizers?

With Both Agents And Publishers Hungry For Bestsellers, Literature Will Have To End Up As A Cottage Industry.

You Have No Idea How Pleasant It Is Not To Have Any Future. It's Like Having A Totally Efficient Contraceptive.

As We Grow Older, The Memories Of Early Life Brighten, Those Of Maturity And Senescence Grow Dim And Confused.