Every dogma has its day.

The writer's life seethes within but not without.

A work of fiction should be, for its author, a journey into the unknown, and the prose should convey the difficulties of the journey.

I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest, and you can’t be a eunuch artist.

We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other shop?

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?