The reason Saul Bellow doesn't talk to me anymore is because he knows his new novels are not worth reading.
Honestly, I think I've stretched a talent which is so thin it's almost transparent over a quite unbelievable term of years.
A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.
I don't sing anywhere as good as I used to, and I feel sincerely that it's getting worse.
I'm not the player I was.
The earlier works of a man of genius are always preferred to the newer ones, in order to prove that he is going down instead of up.
Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.
