I know that I haven’t powers enough to divide myself into one who earns and one who creates.

The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.

Literature is a place for generosity and affection and hunger for equals - not a prizefight ring. We are increased, confirmed in our medium, roused to do our best, by every good writer, every fine achievement. Would we want one good writer or fine book less? The sense of writers being pitted against each other is bred primarily by the workings of the commercial marketplace, and by critics lauding one writer at the expense of another while ignoring the existence of nearly all.

I know that I haven’t powers enough to divide myself into one who earns and one who creates.

Better mankind born without mouths and stomachs than always to worry about money to buy, to shop, to fix, to cook, to wash, to clean.

Time granted does not necessarily coincide with time that can be most fully used.

Writers in a profit making economy are an exploitable commodity whose works are products to be marketed, and are so judged and handled.