A Writer Survives In Spite Of His

A Writer Survives In Spite Of His Beliefs.

Every True Writer Is Like A Bird; He Repeats The Same Song, The Same Theme, All His Life. For Me, This Theme As Always Been Revolt.

The Ratio Of Literacy To Illiteracy Is Constant, But Nowadays The Illiterates Can Read And Write.

The Novel As We Knew It In The Nineteenth Century Was Killed Off By Proust And Joyce.

Yes, One Uses What One Knows, But Autobiography Means Something Else. I Should Never Be Able To Write A Real Autobiography; I Always End By Falsifying And Fictionalizing—i’m A Liar, In Fact. That Means I’m A Novelist, After All. I Write About What I Know.