The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.
Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another?
Read, read read. Read everything.
Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.
...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.