Don’t Ask A Writer What He’s Working

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.

Art Is The Desire Of A Man To Express Himself, To Record The Reactions Of His Personality To The World He Lives In.

All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords, You Can Cut, Or You Can Drug, With Words.

A Man Must Be Sacrificed Now And Again To Provide For The Next Generation Of Men.

Art Is Like Politics. Any Theory Carried Too Far Ends In Sterility, And Freshness Is Only Gained By Following Some Other Line.