All art is bad, but modern art is the worst.
Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.
For the essential thing about the work of art is that it is work, and very hard work too.
Something you have to make...It's all work, work.
The concept, the label, is perpetually hiding from us all the nature of the real.
I write the big scenes first, that is, the scenes that carry the meaning of the book, the emotional experience.