Any artist should be grateful for a naïve grace which puts him beyond the need to reason elaborately. - Saul Bellow

Suppose then that you began with the proposition that boredom was a kind of pain caused by unused powers, the pain of wasted possibilities or talents, and was accompanied by expectations of the optimum utilization of capacities. Nothing actual ever suits pure expectation and such purity of expectation is a great source of tedium. People rich in abilities, in sexual feeling, rich in mind and in invention - all the highly gifted see themselves shunted for decades onto dull sidings, banished exiled nailed up in chicken coops. Imagination has even tried to surmount the problem by forcing boredom itself to yield interest.

You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.

Sentiment and brutality, never one without the other, like fossils and oil.