Blessed Tree And Blessed Birds,

The Ideal Reader Of My Novels Is A Lapsed Catholic And Failed Musician, Short-sighted, Colour-blind, Auditorily Biased, Who Has Read The Books That I Have Read.

Only In England Is The Perversion Of Language Regarded As A Victory For Democracy.

Laws And Conditions Appropriate To A Mechanical Creation, Against This I Raise My Sword-pen.

Novelists Are Perhaps The Last People In The World To Be Entrusted With Opinions. The Nature Of A Novel Is That It Has No Opinions, Only The Dialectic Of Contrary Views, Some Of Which, All Of Which, May Be Untenable And Even Silly. A Novelist Should Not Be Too Intelligent Either, Although He May Be Permitted To Be An Intellectual.

A Novelist Should Not Be Too Intelligent Either, Although... He May Be Permitted To Be An Intellectual.