By Its Very Nature, The Novel Indicates

For Me, Life Without Literature Is Inconceivable. I Think That Don Quixote In A Physical Sense Never Existed, But Don Quixote Exists More Than Anybody Who Existed In 1605. Much More. There's Nobody Who Can Compete With Don Quixote Or With Hamlet. So In The End We Have The Reality Of The Book As The Reality Of The World And The Reality Of History.

One Wants To Tell A Story, Like Scheherezade, In Order Not To Die. It's One Of The Oldest Urges In Mankind. It's A Way Of Stalling Death.

The Women I Have Loved I Have Desired For Themselves, But Also Because I Feared Myself.

I Have No Literary Fears.

Some Writers Achieve Great Popularity And Then Disappear Forever. The Bestseller Lists Of The Past Fifty Years Are, With A Few Lively Exceptions, A Sombre Graveyard Of Dead Books.