Art is the Mirror of our betrayed ideals.
Bad luck for both of us, we are both boulder-pushers.
It isn't only the terror everywhere, and the fear of being conscious of it, that freezes people. It's more than that. People know they are in a society dead or dying.
We've got to believe in our beautiful impossible blueprints.
There are no laws for the novel. There never have been, nor can there ever be.
What I had that others didn't was a capacity for sticking to it.