The writer's intention hasn't anything to do with what he achieves. The intent to earn money or the intent to be famous or the intent to be great doesn't matter in the end. Just what comes out.

Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels.

Old paint on canvas, as it ages, sometimes becomes transparent. When that happens it is possible, in some pictures, to see the original lines: a tree will show through a woman's dress, a child makes way for a dog, a large boat is no longer on an open sea. That is called pentimento because the painter 'repented', changed his mind. Perhaps it would be as well to say that the old conception, replaced by a later choice, is a way of seeing and then seeing again.

I wanted to see what was there for me once, what is there for me now.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.

Like all former thinkers, I'm writing a book.

Fashions in sin change.