If A Writer Doesn't Generate

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.

I Think When You See So Many Hindu Temples Of The 10th Century Or Earlier Disfigured, Defaced, You Realise That Something Terrible Happened. I Feel The Civilisation Of That Closed World Was Mortally Wounded By Those Invasions The Old World Is Destroyed. That Has To Be Understood. Ancient Hindu India Was Destroyed.

The Only Lies For Which We Are Truly Punished Are Those We Tell Ourselves.

In Our Island Myth This Was The Prescribed End Of Marriages Like Mine: The Wife Goes Off With Someone From The Cercle Sportif, Outside Whose Gates At Night The Willingly Betrayed Husband Waits In His Motorcar. The Circumstances Were Slightly.

Some Writers Can Only Deal With Childhood Experience, Because It's Complete. For Another Kind Of Writer, Life Goes On, And He's Able To Keep Processing That As Well.