When You Aren't Sincere You Need To

...my Boredom Might Be Described As A Malady Affecting External Objects And Consisting Of A Withering Process; An Almost Instantaneous Loss Of Vitality--just As Though One Saw A Flower Change In A Few Seconds From A Bud To Decay And Dust.

Loyalty, Signor Molteni, Not Love. Penelope Is Loyal To Ulysses But We Do Not Know How Far She Loved Him...and As You Know People Can Sometimes Be Absolutely Loyal Without Loving. In Certain Cases, In Fact, Loyalty Is Form Of Vengeance, Of Black-mail, Of Recovering One's Self-respect. Loyalty, Not Love.

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.

A Writer Survives In Spite Of His Beliefs.

Yes, One Uses What One Knows, But Autobiography Means Something Else. I Should Never Be Able To Write A Real Autobiography; I Always End By Falsifying And Fictionalizing—i’m A Liar, In Fact. That Means I’m A Novelist, After All. I Write About What I Know.