The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above. – Cyril Connolly
Nothing dates like hate and in literature a little of it goes a very long way. – Cyril Connolly
As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers. – Cyril Connolly
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. – Cyril Connolly
Many art-worlders have an if-you-say-so approach to art: Everyone is so scared of missing out on the next hot artist that its never clear whether people are liking work because they like it or because other people do. Everyone is keeping up with the Joneses, and there are more Joneses than ever. – Jerry Saltz