Having books published is very destructive to writing. It is even worse than making love too much. Because when you make love too much at least you get a damned clarte that is like no other light. A very clear and hollow light.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

One battle doesn't make a campagin, but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole war.

Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.

People who write fiction, if they had not taken it up, might have become very successful liars.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

No horse named Morbid ever won a race.