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Everybody is interesting for an hour, but few people can last more than two.
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I grew up in a small place and left it when I was quite young and entered the bigger world.
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What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.
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The longer I live the more convinced I become that one of the greatest honors we can confer on other people is to see them as they are, to recognize not only that they exist, but that they exist in specific ways and have specific realities.
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The writer is all alone.
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I am the kind of writer that people think other people are reading.
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At school I had only admirers; I had no friends.
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If ever you wish to meet intellectual frauds in quantity, go to Paris.
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I still think it's really quite wonderful when I read a sentence of mine and it has that quality of lastingness.
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Judgment is contained in the act of trying to understand.
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My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.
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How can you be an atheist and have an ideology to go with it? To be an atheist is to be free of some areas of belief. I don't see how that can become an ideology.
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I have always moved by intuition alone. I have no system, literary or political. I have no guiding political idea.
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This is unusual for me. I have given readings and not lectures. I have told people who ask for lectures that I have no lecture to give. And that is true.
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Trinidad may seem complex, but to anyone who knows it, it is a simple, colonial, philistine society.
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There are two ways of talking. One is the easy way, where you talk lightly, and the other one is the considered way. The considered way is what I have put my name to.
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You need someone to see what you've done, to read it and to understand it and to appreciate what's gone into it.
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But everything of value about me is in my books.
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Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.
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Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.
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The world outside existed in a kind of darkness; and we inquired about nothing.
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My publisher, who was so good as a taster and editor, when she became a writer, lo and behold, it was all this feminine tosh.
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We made no inquiries about India or about the families people had left behind. When our ways of thinking had changed, and we wished to know, it was too late. I know nothing of the people on my father's side; I know only that some of them came from Nepal.
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If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.