If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it's O.K., but it's of no account.
People come and go all the time; the world has always been in movement.
The melancholy thing about the world is that it is full of stupid people; and the world is run for the benefit of the stupid and common.
If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.
Small things start us in new ways of thinking
If writers just sit and talk about oppression, they are not going to do much writing.