He that serves well needes not ask his wages.
Tomorrow country then, tomorrow country now.
I had, like any other young novelist, started out by believing the difficult thing was to get published and that, once you managed that, well, your financial problems were over. I discovered, like any other serious novelist, that actually they had only just begun.
It is no more expected of most producers to read a book than it is, say, of Ted Williams to dust off home plate.
I'm criticized by the feminists, by the Jewish establishment, by Canadian nationalists. And why not? I've had my pot shots at them. I'm fair game.
And furthermore did you know that behind the discovery of America there was a Jewish financier?
I'm world-famous. . . all over Canada.
The law should be the point at which savagery ended because civilization stood in its path.
The audience is invisible and that's good. Somewhere my voice is drifting through a swine barn and the sound of it seems to perk up the sows' appetite. Or a lady is listening on headphones as she jogs along a beach, running to my cadence. Or a dog sits in front of the radio, head cocked, and the sibilants excite him in some mysterious way. A dog's humorist, that's me.
I need to use the Dam Bathroom, I need to use the Dam Snack bar, I want a Dam Tee-Shirt.
I am often asked if I am not lonely on my solitary excursions. It seems so self-evident that one cannot be lonesome where everything is wild and beautiful and busy and steeped with God that the question is hard to answer.