Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience.
Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.
A farmer's got to be born, same as a fool. You can't make a corn pone out of flour dough by the twistin' of it.
Knowledge, like experience, is valid in fiction only after it has dissolved and filtered down through the imagination into reality.
I had no place in any coterie, or in any reciprocal self-advertising. I stood alone. I stood outside. I wanted only to learn. I wanted only to write better.