In the end, art is small beer. The really serious things are earning one's living so as not to be a parasite and loving one's neighbor.

Oh, how I wish that Orwell were still alive, so that I could read his comments on contemporary events!

In the end, art is small beer. The really serious things are earning one's living so as not to be a parasite and loving one's neighbor.

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.

A craftsman knows in advance what the finished result will be, while the artist knows only what it will be when he has finished it.

Hemingway is terribly limited. His technique is good for short stories, for people who meet once in a bar very late at night, but do not enter into relations. But not for the novel.

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.