If The Novel Is Dying,

Mere Human Beings Cant Afford To Be Fanatical About Anything. Not Even About Justice Or Loyalty. The Fanatic For Justice Ends By Murdering A Million Helpless People To Clear A Space For His Law-courts. If We Are To Survive On This Planet, There Must Be Compromises.

There Is Only One World The World Pressing Against You This Minute.

All Writers Who Can Claim To Be Called 'living' Must Be Political In A Sense. They Must Have What The Quakers Call A Concern To Understand What Is Happening In The World, And Must Engage Themselves, In Their Writing, To Promote No Comfortable Lies, Of The Sort Which People Will Pay Well To Be Told Rather Than The Truth.

Writing Was A Chimney For My Blazing Ambitions.

Invaders Always Destroy Libraries.