Novelists Tend To Go Off At 70,

Because We Are All Poets Or Babies In The Middle Of The Night, Struggling With Being.

He Was In A Terrible State- That Of Consciousness.

Love Is Blind; But It Makes You See The Blind Man; Teetering On The Roadside . . .

Language Leads A Double Life - And So Does The Novelist. You Chat With Family And Friends, You Attend To Your Correspondence, You Consult Menus And Shopping Lists, You Observe Road Signs, And So On. Then You Enter Your Study, Where Language Exists In Quite Another Form - As The Stuff Of Patterned Artifice.

You Cannot Combine Being A Movie Star With Not Being A Movie Star.