Those rituals of getting ready to write produce a kind of trance state.

Tis e'er the lot of the innocent in the world, to fly to the wolf for succor from the lion.

Nothing is intrinsically valuable; the value of everything is attributed to it, assigned to it from outside the thing itself, by people.

Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.

It's easier and sociabler to talk technique than it is to make art.

If you are a novelist of a certain type of termperament, then what you really want to do is re-invent the world. God wasn't too bad a novelist except he was a Realist.

All men are loyal, but their objects of allegiance are at best approximate.