I'm My Own Writer. My Material Means

My Publisher, Who Was So Good As A Taster And Editor, When She Became A Writer, Lo And Behold, It Was All This Feminine Tosh.

The Europeans Wanted Gold And Slaves, Like Everybody Else; But At The Same Time They Wanted Statues Put Up To Themselves As People Who Had Done Good Things For The Slaves.

It's Very Attractive To People To Be A Victim. Instead Of Having To Think Out The Whole Situation, About History And Your Group And What You Are Doing... If You Begin From The Point Of View Of Being A Victim, You've Got It Half-made. I Mean Intellectually.

My Grief Is That The Publishing World, The Book Writing World Is An Extraordinary Shoddy, Dirty, Dingy World.

What Matters In The End In Literature, What Is Always There, Is The Truly Good. And- Though Played Out Forms Can Throw Up Miraculous Sports Like The Importance Of Being Earnest Or Decline And Fall- What Is Good Is Always What Is New, In Both Form And Content. What Is Good Forgets Whatever Models It Might Have Had, And Is Unexpected; We Have To Catch It On The Wing.