I've Never Abandoned The Novel.

The Europeans Wanted Gold And Slaves, Like Everybody Else; But At The Same Time They Wanted Statues Put Up To Themselves As People Who Had Done Good Things For The Slaves.

Nothing Was Made In Trinidad.

Look, Boys, It Ever Strike You That The World Not Real At All? It Ever Strike You That We Have The Only Mind In The World And You Just Thinking Up Everything Else? Like Me Here, Having The Only Mind In The World, And Thinking Up You People Here, Thinking Up The War And All The Houses And The Ships And Them In The Harbour. That Ever Cross Your Mind?

When I Learnt To Write I Became My Own Master, I Became Very Strong, And That Strength Is With Me To This Very Day.

I Wish My Prose To Be Transparent—i Don't Want The Reader To Stumble Over Me; I Want Him To Look Through What I'm Saying To What I'm Describing. I Don't Want Him Ever To Say, Oh, Goodness, How Nicely Written This Is. That Would Be A Failure.