Fiction Is Life With The Dull Bits

All Honest Labor Becomes Easy; It Only Becomes Hard When Done With Unwillingness.

Fiction Is Life With The Dull Bits Left Out.

The Literary Critic, Or The Critic Of Any Other Specific Form Of Artistic Expression, May Detach Himself From The World For As Long As The Work Of Art He Is Contemplating Appears To Do The Same.

I Was Brought Up On The Proletarian Left, And I Remain There. The Fair Go For Workers Is Fundamental, And I Don't Believe The Free Market Has A Mind.

The First Language That I Learned Was Italian In Italy In The Early And Middle-'60s And I Had To Do That To Keep Up With The Young Men Who Were Courting My Wife.