I said earlier that I do not believe an artist's life throws much light upon his works. I do believe, however, that, more often than most people realize, his works may throw light upon his life. An artist with certain imaginative ideas in his head may then involve himself in relationships which are congenial to them.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.

Pleasure is by no means an infallible critical guide, but it is the least fallible.

Sincerity is technique.

There's only one good test of pornography. Get twelve normal men to read the book, and then ask them, ''Did you get an erection?'' If the answer is ''Yes'' from a majority of the twelve, then the book is pornographic.

All I have is a voice.

Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.