When All Of Us Are Forgotten, People

I Never Met Anybody In My Life Who Says, I Want To Be A Critic. People Want To Be A Fireman, Poet, Novelist.

All Good Criticism Should Be Judged The Way Art Is. You Shouldn't Read It The Way You Read History Or Science.

Saul Bellow Never Took My Advice When He Was My Friend.

Unless Criticism Refuses To Take Itself Quite So Seriously Or At Least To Permit Its Readers Not To, It Will Inevitably Continue To Reflect The Finicky Canons Of The Genteel Tradition And The Depressing Pieties Of The Culture Religion Of Modernism.

The Novel Is Always Pop Art, And The Novel Is Always Dying. That's The Only Way It Stays Alive. It Does Really Die. I've Been Thinking About That A Lot.