Nothing Was Made In Trinidad.

I Am The Kind Of Writer That People Think Other People Are Reading.

Where Jargon Turns Living Issues Into Abstractions, And Where Jargon Ends By Competing With Jargon, People Don't Have Causes. They Only Have Enemies.

Many Writers Tend To Write Summing-up Books At The End Of Their Lives.

My Grief Is That The Publishing World, The Book Writing World Is An Extraordinary Shoddy, Dirty, Dingy World.

I Went To India And Met Some People Who Had Been Involved In This Guerrilla Business, Middle-class People Who Were Rather Vain And Foolish. There Was No Revolutionary Grandeur To It. Nothing.