The very aim and end of our institutions is just this that we may think what we like and say what we think.
Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb.
Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that's hard for a puritan to understand.
Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?
Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever.
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.
Perhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.
Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
Time is change; we measure its passing by how much things alter
Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.
Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.
The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.
What is the purpose of writing? For me personally, it is really to explain the mystery of life, and the mystery of life includes, of course, the personal, the political, the forces that make us what we are while there's another force from inside battling to make us something else.
The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.
Time is something you can't replace.
That's it on the maps; nature doesn't acknowledge frontiers. Neither can ecology... Where to begin to understand what we've only got a computerspeak label for, ? Where to decide it begins.
The facts are always less than what really happened.
People give one another things that can't be gift wrapped.
Among the group of people waiting at the fortress was a schoolgirl in a brown and yellow uniform holding a green eiderdown quilt and, by the loop at its neck, a red hot-water bottle.
Mostly I'm interviewed by white people, and identified with white society.
Well, you know, in the fundamentalist milieu of the Afrikaners, there was a sense that they were a chosen people, that they were bringing civilization to the blacks.
Art defies defeat by its very existence, representing the celebration of life, in spite of all attempts to degrade and destroy it.