All fiction is largely autobiographical and much autobiography is, of course, fiction.
No government can act in advance of the moral will of the people.
Creativity doesn't flourish in an atmosphere of despotism, coercion and fear.
I don't see why escapist literature shouldn't also be a work of art.
Early this morning, 1 January 2021, three minutes after midnight, the last human being to be born on earth was killed in a pub brawl in a suburb of Buenos Aires, aged twenty-five years, two months and twelve days.
A man who lives with nature is used to violence and is companionable with death. There is more violence in an English hedgerow than in the meanest streets of a great city.