Chic Is A Convent For Unloved Women.

Sex Almost Always Disappoints Me In Novels. Everything Can Be Said Or Done Now, And That's What I Often Find: Everything, A Feeling Of Generality Or Dispersal. But In My Experience, True Sex Is So Particular, So Peculiar To The Person Who Yearns For It. Only He Or She, And No One Else, Would Desire So Very Much That Very Person Under Those Circumstances. In Fiction, I Miss That Sense Of Terrific Specificity.

Rome Was A Poem Pressed Into Service As A City.

There Is Something About Seeing Real People On A Stage That Makes A Bad Play More Intimately, More Personally Offensive Than Any Other Art Form.

An Aphorism Is A Generalization Of Sorts, And Our Present-day Writers Seem More At Home With The Particular.

Either A Writer Doesn't Want To Talk About His Work, Or He Talks About It More Than You Want.