He didn't want to please his readers. He wanted to stretch them until they twanged.
For myself and my loved ones, I want the heat, which comes at the speed of light. I don't want to have to hang about for the blast, which idles along at the speed of sound.
This (writing) is the love of your life. It's what I want to do when I wake up. Nothing feels so absorbing, so fulfilling.
The satirist isn't just looking at things ironically but militantly - he wants to change them, and intends to have an effect on the world.
It was the tiredness of time lived, with its days and days. It was the tiredness of gravity- gravity, which wants you down in the center of the earth.
Who would want the socialist Utopia? Especially if you were at all artistic - you want all those inequalities, because that's what makes life interesting.
I want incremental improvements. There's the record of all the revolutionary and violent change and extremism in general - it's dreadful.
If you want to know the real meaning of pornography, it is the utter dissociation of love and sex, the banishment of love from the sexual arena.