Sooner Or Later, All Games Become Serious.

They Thrived On The Rapid Turnover Of Acquaintances, The Lack Of Involvement With Others, And The Total Self-sufficiency Of Lives Which, Needing Nothing, Were Never Dissapointed.

Most English Writers Are Not Interested In Change But In The Social Novel. That Demands A Static Backdrop. I'm Intensely Interested In Change - Probably As A Matter Of Self-preservation. What The Hell Is Going To Happen Next?

Perhaps The Future Belongs To Magic, And It's We Women Who Control Magic.

I Admired Anyone Who Could Unsettle People.

The Car As We Know It Is On The Way Out. To A Large Extent, I Deplore Its Passing, For As A Basically Old-fashioned Machine, It Enshrines A Basically Old-fashioned Idea: Freedom. In Terms Of Pollution, Noise And Human Life, The Price Of That Freedom May Be High, But Perhaps The Car, By The Very Muddle And Confusion It Causes, May Be Holding Back The Remorseless Spread Of The Regimented, Electronic Society.