All the seven deadly sins are self destroying, morbid appetites, but in their early stages at least, lust and gluttony, averice and sloth know some gratification, while anger and pride have power, even though that power eventually destroys itself. Envy… — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
I have no concern for the common man except that he should not be so common. — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
Envy has the ugliness of a trapped rat that has gnawed its own foot in its effort to escape. — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a… — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
“Between Margaret's fine edged art and Glady's rough simplicity, where did the greater feminine solace lie? True art, after all, is simple.” — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
People are able to live with only half a heart, to live without real compassion, because they are able to use words that are… — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
All the seven deadly sins are self destroying, morbid appetites, but in their early stages at least, lust and gluttony, averice and sloth know… — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
The novelist must be his own most harsh critic and also his own most loving admirer and about both he must say nothing. — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
The opportunities for heroism are limited in this kind of world: the most people can do is sometimes not to be as weak as… — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
The impulse to write a novel comes from a momentary unified vision of life. — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
“Fiction writing is a kind of magic. If I communicate the magic spell . . . it loses its force for me.” — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
