If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoevski, all of us.
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- The writer’s only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any number of old ladies.
- If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any number of old ladies.
- My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
- The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn’t have needed anyone since.
- The salvation of the world is in man’s suffering.
- All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.