I don’t think you can talk about progress in art—movement, but not progress.

Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult, rather because it wishes to be art. However much the writer might long to be straightforward, these virtues are no longer available to him. He discovers that in being simple, honest, straightforward, nothing much happens.

Painters, especially American painters since the Second World War, have been much more troubled, beset by formal perplexity, than American writers. Theyve been a laboratory for everybody.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love...And you can never touch a girl in the same way more than once, twice, or another number of times however much you may wish to hold, wrap, or otherwise fix her hand, or look, or some other quality, or incident, known to you previously.

The self cannot be escaped, but it can be, with ingenuity and hard work, distracted.

Well chaps first I'd like to say a few vile things more or less at random, not only because it is expected of me but also because I enjoy it.