A Writer Survives In Spite Of His

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

Good Writers Are Monotonous, Like Good Composers. They Keep Trying To Perfect The One Problem They Were Born To Understand.

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.

I Do Not Foresee A Time When I Shall Feel That I Have Nothing To Say.

A Writer Survives In Spite Of His Beliefs.