His third child is the British film composer Tristram Cary.
Served in the Red Cross (1912-13) and the colonial service (Nigeria, 1914-20) until forced to retire due to ill-health.
Irish novelist, a former art student, who published his first book at the age of 44. His work is often picaresque and humanist, concerned with individual freedom.
Fame isn't a thing. It's a feeling. Like what you get after a pill.
Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden. It's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination to make it too, just like anything else. It's all work, work.
Nothing is a masterpiece - a real masterpiece - till it's about two hundred years old. A picture is like a tree or a church: you've got to let it grow into a masterpiece. Same with a poem or a new religion. They begin as a lot of funny words. Nobody knows whether they're all nonsense or a gift from heaven.