Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.

A writer survives in spite of his beliefs.

This thought strengthened in me my belief that all men, without exception, deserve to be pitied, if only because they are alive.

Because the world to-day is so constructed that no one can do what he would like to do, and he is forced, instead, to do what others wish him to do. Because the question of money always intrudes—into what we do, into what we are, into what we wish to become, into our work, into our highest aspirations, even into our relations with the people we love!

The novel as we knew it in the nineteenth century was killed off by Proust and Joyce.

I don't think it's possible to write a good novel around a negative personality.