I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest, and you can’t be a eunuch artist.
Without class differences, England would cease to be the living theatre it is.
Any book has behind it all the other books that have been written.
We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.
With both agents and publishers hungry for bestsellers, literature will have to end up as a cottage industry.
As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse.