I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...].

The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.

Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.

I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...].

All literature is protest.

I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em.

They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged. And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.