The greater part of critics are parasites, who, if nothing had been written, would find nothing to write.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's no end to the inventiveness of critics, I tell you. Because they can't write fiction, they put their impulse into their analysis of work.
I don't know what to say about literary critics. I think it's probably best to say nothing.
No degree of dullness can safeguard a work against the determination of critics to find it fascinating.
For the critic, the author does not exist; only a certain number of writings exist.
If people aren't creating literature, there would be nothing for people to criticize.
Critics are not creators. They rarely write great novels, invent new technologies, or come up with a great business idea.
I reach my readers regardless of what the critics have written.
Critics have a problem with sentimentality. Readers do not. I write for readers.
As for critics, one mediocre writer is more valuable than ten good critics. They are like haughty, barren spinsters lodged in a maternity ward.
It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.