The Way You Write Affects What You

We Live In A Time Which Has Created The Art Of The Absurd. It Is Our Art. It Contains Happenings, Pop Art, Camp, A Theater Of The Absurd... Do We Have The Art Because The Absurd Is The Patina Of Waste...? Or Are We Face To Face With A Desperate Or Most Rational Effort From The Deepest Resources Of The Unconscious Of Us All To Rescue Civilization From The Pit And Plague Of Its Bedding?

The Art Of The Novel Is To Arrive At That Artless Point Where Your Characters Become More Real Than Yourself.

Being A Real Writer Means Being Able To Do The Work On A Bad Day.

I Don't Trust A Man Who Uses The Word Evil Eighteen Times In Ten Minutes. If You're Half Evil, Nothing Soothes You More Than To Think The Person You Are Opposed To Is Totally Evil.

I No Longer Gave A Sick Dog's Drop For The Wisdom, The Reliability And The Authority Of The Public's Literary Mind, Those Creeps And Old Ladies Of Vested Reviewing.