If truth is not acceptable, it becomes the imagination of others.
Truth, Imagination
They walked on rather aimlessly. He hoped she wouldn't notice he was touched, because he wouldn't have known how to explain why. Here lay the great discrepancy between aesthetic truth and sleazy reality.
Truth, Reality, Walking
Mrs. Trotter made a sincere though wrong sound, while opening her handbag to look for help.
Humour
Superficially my war was a comfortable exercise in futility carried out in a grand Scottish hotel amongst the bridge players and swillers of easy-come-by whisky. My chest got me out of active service and into guilt, as I wrote two, or is it three of the novels for which I am now acclaimed.
War, Novels
His legend will be written down, eventually, by those who are troubled by it.
History
As it is I'm a dated novelist, whom hardly anybody reads, or if they do, most of them don't understand what I am on about. Certainly I wish I had never written Voss, which is going to be everybody's albatross.
Literature, Novels