All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.

James Baldwin (1924-1987) American novelist, playwright, activist

“The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman,” Esquire (Apr 1960)

Republished as "The Northern Protestant" in Nobody Knows My Name: More Notes of a Native Son (1961).