Complacency is the forerunner of mediocrity. You can never work too hard on attitudes, effort and technique.
Creativity is not passive, I don't see the creation of art as passive.
My culture and my language have the right to exist, and no one has the authority to dismiss that.
Ninety-nine per cent of traditional English literature concerns people who never have to worry about money at all. We always seem to be watching or reading about emotional crises among folk who live in a world of great fortune both in matters of luck and money; stories and fantasies about rock stars and film stars, sporting millionaires and models; jet-setting members of the aristocracy and international financiers.
The beauty of prose fiction that I see is simply that in order to create something you need only pay attention to personal exigency.
Theoretical webs, dirty webs, fusty webs, old and shrivelling away into nothingness, a fine dust. Who needs that kind of stuff. Far far better getting out into the open air and doing it, actually doing it, something solid and concrete and unconceptualisable.
In prose fiction the freedom to work honestly exists, although you may have to fight for it. In those other areas of literature, I mean drama, there is only silence. That sort of aesthetic integrity does not exist in radio and television, and seldom on film.
Your inner peace has nothing to do with your dramas of your life.
For many of the most powerful people in the entertainment business, hostility to organized religion goes so deep and burns so intensely that they insist on expressing that hostility, even at the risk of financial disaster.
We are reluctant to let go of the belief that if I am to care for something I must control it.
By the deficiency or absence of one necessary constituent, all the others being present, the soil is rendered barren for all those crops to the life of which that one constituent is indispensable.