One Can't Fight With Oneself, For This

Do The Rhetorical Quarrels Of Bourgeois Political Parties Have Anything To Do With The Interests Of The Humble And Downtrodden?

I Always Write A Draft Version Of The Novel In Which I Try To Develop, Not The Story, Not The Plot, But The Possibilities Of The Plot. I Write Without Thinking Much, Trying To Overcome All Kinds Of Self-criticism, Without Stopping, Without Giving Any Consideration To The Style Or Structure Of The Novel, Only Putting Down On Paper Everything That Can Be Used As Raw Material, Very Crude Material For Later Development In The Story.

Nothing Better Protects A Human Being Against The Stupidity Of Prejudice, Racism, Religious Or Political Sectarianism, And Exclusivist Nationalism Than This Truth That Invariably Appears In Great Literature: That Men And Women Of All Nations And Places Are Essentially Equal, And Only Injustice Sows Among Them Discrimination, Fear, And Exploitation.

I Have A Chest Full Of All The Insults, Villainies, And Infamies A Man Is Capable Of Withstanding. . . . If You Become Famous, You Will Have To Go Through That.

But What Do I Have? The Things I'm Told And The Things I Tell, That's All. And As Far As I Know, That Never Yet Made Anyone Fly.