It is possible that the malice of writers has been overrated (by myself among others). Reading their ruminations on their craft, one sees why this writer could not possibly like that one, would indeed consider him a menace. Literature is a battleground of conflicting faiths, and nobler passions than envy are involved.

His interviewing self is, or was, an extra person, like the Holy Ghost, generated by self-contemplation.

Beware the fictionist writing his own life. Even candor becomes a strategy.

How does one make a movie about decadence these days? Now that we're allowed to do it, it's too late.

At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of so…

I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attack…

Shaw's plays are the price we pay for Shaw's prefaces.