Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meager.
Mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves -- that's the truth. We have two or three great moving experiences in our lives -- experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded and humbled in just that way ever before.
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmasters of ever afterwards.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
Writers aren't people exactly. Or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean back ward trying -- only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.
Some people would rather be wrong than quiet for a minute.
After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth and I suppose for older people the love of youth in others.
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
The good thing about being young is that you are not experienced enough to know you cannot possibly do the things you are doing.