Life Is A Wretched Gray Saturday, But

If You Write Fiction You Are, In A Sense, Corrupted. There's A Tremendous Corruptibility For The Fiction Writer Because You're Dealing Mainly With Sex And Violence. These Remain The Basic Themes, They're The Basic Themes Of Shakespeare Whether You Like It Or Not.

Fumbling For A Word Is Everybody's Birthright.

Put It Off For A Bit. All Life Is Putting Off. Well, Not Entirely.

I Think Art Is Sublimated Libido. You Can’t Be A Eunuch Priest, And You Can’t Be A Eunuch Artist.

Well, Well, Well, Well. If It Isn't Fat, Stinking Billygoat Billy-boy In Poison. How Art Thou, Thou Globby Bottle Of Cheap, Stinking Chip-oil? Come And Get One In The Yarbles, If You Have Any Yarbles, You Eunuch Jelly Thou.