Volume depends precisely on the writer's having been able to sit in a room every day, year after year, alone.
Reality has come to seem more and more like what we are shown by cameras.
The purpose of art is always, ultimately, to give pleasure - though our sensibilities may take time to catch up with the forms of pleasure that art in a given time may offer.
Is it the obligation of great art to be continually interesting? I think not.
I write - and talk - in order to find out what I think.
Talking like touching. Writing like punching somebody.