Elizabeth, Lady C, claims to be writing at the limits of language. Would it not be insulting to her if I were diligently to follow after her, explaining what she means but is not smart enough to say?

The idea of writer as sage is pretty much dead today. I would certainly feel very uncomfortable in the role.

I say that I represent this movement because my intellectual allegiances are clearly European, not African.

In order to be cruel we have to close our hearts to the suffering of the other.

If there were a better, clearer, shorter way of saying what the fiction says, then why not scrap the fiction?

My response, a dubious and hesitant one, is that it has been and may continue to be, in the time that is left to me, more productive to live out the question than to try to answer it in abstract terms.

Elizabeth, Lady C, claims to be writing at the limits of language. Would it not be insulting to her if I were diligently to follow after her, explaining what she means but is not smart enough to say?

As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies, as a form of abstract thought. I dont wish to deny the uses of the intellect, but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.

As for September 11, let us not too easily grant the Americans possession of that date on the calendar. Like May 1 or July 14 or December 25, September 11 may seem full of significance to some people, while to other people it is just another day.

In its conception the literature prize belongs to days when a writer could still be thought of as, by virtue of his or her occupation, a sage, someone with no institutional affiliations who could offer an authoritative word on our times as well as on our moral life.

There are works of literature whose influence is strong but indirect because it is mediated through the whole of the culture rather than immediately through imitation. Wordsworth is the case that comes to mind.

I see no marks of Wordsworths style of writing or style of thinking in my own work, yet Wordsworth is a constant presence when I write about human beings and their relations to the natural world.

The mode of consciousness of nonhuman species is quite different from human consciousness.

The writers who have the deepest influence on one are those one reads in ones more impressionable, early life, and often it is the more youthful works of those writers that leave the deepest imprint.

Strictly speaking, my interest is not in legal rights for animals but in a change of heart towards animals.

We are not by nature cruel.

The most important of all rights is the right to life, and I cannot foresee a day when domesticated animals will be granted that right in law.

If it is indeed impossible - or at least very difficult - to inhabit the consciousness of an animal, then in writing about animals there is a temptation to project upon them feelings and thoughts that may belong only to our own human mind and heart.

That has always seemed to me one of the stranger aspects of literary fame: you prove your competence as a writer and an inventor of stories, and then people clamour for you to make speeches and tell them what you think about the world.

I tend to resist invitations to interpret my own fiction.

All autobiography is storytelling; all writing is autobiography.

As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies, as a form of abstract thought. I don't wish to deny the uses of the intellect, but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.

Everyone seems to see bleakness and despair in my books. I don't read them that way. I see myself as writing comic books, books about ordinary people trying to live ordinary, dull, happy lives while the world is falling to pieces around them.

I read a great deal as a child. A lot of children go through a phase of reading in a literally voracious way. It is their primary imaginative activity. Maybe that's an experience which is not so common any more with the presence of television in every home.

In becoming a citizen, one undertakes certain duties and responsibilities. One of the more intangible of those duties and responsibilities is no matter what one's birth and background, to accept the historical past of the new country as one's own.

Islamic fundamentalism in its activist manifestation is bad news. Religious fundamentalism in general is bad news. We know about religious fundamentalism in South Africa. Calvinist fundamentalism has been an unmitigated force of benightedness in our history.

Lebanon, Israel, Ireland, South Africa - wherever there is a bleeding sore on the body of the world, the same hard-eyed narrow-minded fanatics are busy, indifferent to life, in love with death.

The end of confession is to tell the truth to and for oneself.

Despair is like a gas odourless tasteless without nourishment. You breathe it in your limbs relax you cease to care even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

If there were a better clearer shorter way of saying what the fiction says then why not scrap the fiction

Words are coin. Words alienate. Language is no medium for desire. Desire is rapture, not exchange.

Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.

It is a world of words that creates a world of things.

Grissom is pretty asexual. He's not that interested in anything other than work - except for Lady Heather. She's the closest to getting his heart of anyone.

I want to be the first lady to land a quadruple jump in competition. As I grow older, I know that my skating style will develop and mature.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

I got sick and tired of my lady wearing ugly underwear to bed, so I turned to the Internet.

Truth is a demure lady, much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there, but people must want her, and seek her out.

More men than women like 'Strangers With Candy'. Pretty girls don't like the show. They don't like to see an ugly lady.

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

Accuracy to a newspaper is what virtue is to a lady; but a newspaper can always print a retraction.

I've shut myself inside these walls, and I'm going to be a very lonely old lady if I'm not careful.

I dated a lot of girls all through high school, and in college I dated a young lady for about eight months.

I knew I'd conquered America when Mike Tyson told me I was one mean lady.

To my embarrassment I was born in bed with a lady.

I'd like to think that the boring lady who's talking to me now is a lot sexier and more interesting than the one who's doing NPR. You know, studious and reserved, and - I bet you're a lot of fun at a party.

I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I'd bet I wouldn't lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

I'd make a wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll wear a pair of platform shoes or something.