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.
I don't sing anywhere as good as I used to, and I feel sincerely that it's getting worse.
A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.
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.
I'm not the player I was.
Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.
