Living In An Age Of

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.

Western Man Is Schizophrenic.

A Novelist Who Writes Nothing For 10 Years Finds His Reputation Rising. Because I Keep On Producing Books They Say There Must Be Something Wrong With This Fellow.

We Cannot Get Grace From Gadgets.