[O]ne can scarcely be frightened off writing what one wants to write for fear an obscure reviewer should patronise one on that account.
The one thing which seems to me quite impossible is to take into consideration the kind of book one is expected to write; surely one can only write the book that is there to be written. (Letter to Muriel St. Clare Byrne, 8 September 1935)
I'm not homophobic, I'm not a bigot, I'm not pandering to hatred.
