All Art Preserves Mysteries Which Aesthetic Philosophers

Without Class Differences, England Would Cease To Be The Living Theatre It Is.

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.

Life Is Sustained By The Grinding Opposition Of Moral Entities.

Language Exists Less To Record The Actual Than To Liberate The Imagination.

We All Need Money, But There Are Degrees Of Desperation.