One isn’t born one’s self. One is born with a mass of expectations, a mass of other people’s … - V. S. Naipaul

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The men and women who have the right ideals. . . are those who have the courage to strive for the happiness which comes only with labor and effort and self-sacrifice, and those whose joy in life springs in part from power of work and sense of duty.

V. S. Naipaul

One isn’t born one’s self. One is born with a mass of expectations, a mass of other people’s ideas – and you have to work through it all.

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The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

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Most people are not really free. They are confined by the niche in the world that they carve out for themselves. They limit themselves to fewer possibilities by the narrowness of their vision.

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The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.

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My life is short. I can't listen to banality.

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It is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That's where the mischief starts. That's where everything starts unravelling.

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There are things I could say. But I don't.

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No tactic will work until you have the guts to DO the work!

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When I was a child, I used to go wandering - disused railway-lines, old barns, dry-stone walls, strangely Pre-Raphaelite copses - it's much more fun to wander than to be guided, and you could do it in those days with freedom and without paranoia. In similar fashion, I try to allow the reader room to wander, even to meander, to almost lose themselves and their grip of the narrative.

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