A Novel, In The End, Is A

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.

I Was Always Influenced By Language.

Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If It Still Doesn’t Work, Throw It Away.

It Is A Violation Which Has Obsessed The Tyrants Of The Twentieth Century. They Do Not Want Simply To Kill Their Opponents, But To Liquidate Them, To Deny That They Have Ever Existed.

When You Are Young You Don't Always Realise How Full Of Doubts Everybody Is.