Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths.
I tend to resist invitations to interpret my own fiction.
In order to be cruel we have to close our hearts to the suffering of the other.
The mode of consciousness of nonhuman species is quite different from human consciousness.
In the whole wretched business there was something generous that was doing its best to flower.
I say that I represent this movement because my intellectual allegiances are clearly European, not African.
Strictly speaking, my interest is not in legal rights for animals but in a change of heart towards animals.
The idea of writer as sage is pretty much dead today. I would certainly feel very uncomfortable in the role.
If there were a better, clearer, shorter way of saying what the fiction says, then why not scrap the fiction?