My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I tend to forget what I'm doing will ever be read while I'm writing it, and just get on with the task at hand.
Without the faintest possibility of finding a job, I decided to devote myself to literature: it was about time to find out what I was worth as a writer.
Were I more conversant with literature and its great names, I could go on quoting them ad infinitum and acknowledge my debt for the merit you have been generous enough to find in my work.
One of the great joys of my job is that you spend a huge amount of time investigating different areas of literature.
Literature helps us transcend ourselves.
I have a huge passion for literature.
I have spent a great deal of my time defending my work against those who see it as too complicated, too old in approach, too bleak to qualify as children's literature. This has been the bane of my life.
My parents were avid readers. Both had ambitions to write that had been abandoned early in life in order to get on with life.
I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.
Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.