Almost 70 years have gone by, and I’ve still got that feeling when I write… Writing, for me, is still it. It has always been the basis of everything I do. I’m a writer who performs, not a performer who writes. I love the act of writing. It’s still a thrill for me.
Anyone afraid of what he thinks television does to the world is probably just afraid of the world.
It is only when they go wrong that machines remind you how powerful they are.
Reading and writing are exciting. The most exciting things I can think of. And now, as I reflect, I have to say that I've been lucky in that I'm amused by what I do – sufficiently amused.
The provincial intellectual is doomed to arguing at low level… there is still no Australian literary world, not in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide. It is some consolation to realise that there is no literary world in Birmingham or Los Angeles either. I have heard there is one in Montreal, but I don’t believe it. The literary world is in London and New York, the only cities big enough to sustain magazines which can afford to reject copy.
Stop worrying. Nobody gets out of this world alive.
Fiction is life with the dull bits left out.
As a work of art, it reminds me of a long conversation between two drunks.
A life without fame can be a good life, but fame without a life is no life at all.