The greatest works of literature seem to embody both "art" and "morality".

Writing allows for fictitious voices - the voices of persons unlike myself - that might otherwise be muted.

Much of my writing is energized by unresolved memories - something like ghosts in the psychological sense.

Tragedy is the highest form of art.

There is something thrilling in the mimesis of life's surprising unfolding.

People might be surprised to know how much I throw away. For every page I publish, I throw 10 pages away.

You can't deny Eros. Eros wills trike, like lightning. Our human defenses are frail, ludicrous. Like plasterboard houses in a hurricane. Your triumph is in perfect submission. And the god of Eros will flow through you, as Lawrence says, in the 'perfect obliteration of blood consciousness.