Every Dogma Has Its Day.

Great Music, It Said, And Great Poetry Would Like Quieten Modern Youth Down And Make Modern Youth More Civilized. Civilized My Syphilised Yarbles.

All Art Preserves Mysteries Which Aesthetic Philosophers Tackle In Vain.

Literature Ceases To Be Literature When It Commits Itself To Moral Uplift; It Becomes Moral Philosophy Or Some Such Dull Thing.

The Book I Am Best Known For, Or Only Known For, Is A Novel I Am Prepared To Repudiate: Written A Quarter Of A Century Ago, A Jeu D'esprit Knocked Off For Money In Three Weeks, It Became Known As The Raw Material For A Film Which Seemed To Glorify Sex And Violence. The Film Made It Easy For Readers Of The Book To Misunderstand What It Was About, And The Misunderstanding Will Pursue Me Till I Die. I Should Not Have Written The Book Because Of This Danger Of Misinterpretation.

Fumbling For A Word Is Everybody's Birthright.