Crankish attacks on the freedom to read are common at present. When backed and coordinated by organized groups, they become sinister.

This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.

You sit down and you do it, and you do it, and you do it, until you have learned to do it.

Writers are egotists. All artists are. They can’t be altruists and get their work done. And writers love to whine about the Solitude of the Author’s Life, and lock themselves into cork-lined rooms or droop around in bars in order to whine better. But although most writing is done in solitude, I believe that it is done, like all the arts, for an audience. That is to say, with an audience. All the arts are performance arts, only some of them are sneakier about it than others.

George, it's impossible to correct a defective reality-orientation overnight.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.