This Thought Strengthened In Me My Belief

The Novel As We Knew It In The Nineteenth Century Was Killed Off By Proust And Joyce.

I Like To Compare My Method With That Of Painters Centuries Ago, Proceeding From Layer To Layer.

And We All Know Love Is A Glass Which Makes Even A Monster Appear Fascinating.

There Are Many Reasons For Keeping A Diary: To Make A Note Of Facts That One Considers Important; To Open One's Heart, To Give Vent To One's Feelings, To Make Confessions; From The Instinct Of Economy Which Sometimes Encourages A Writer To Make Good Use Of Even The Smallest Crumbs Of His Life, So That He May Have One More Book To Publish; Or Again From Vanity And Self- Satisfaction.

Every True Writer Is Like A Bird; He Repeats The Same Song, The Same Theme, All His Life. For Me, This Theme As Always Been Revolt.