From his review of William Faulkner's 'Absalom! Absalom!':
I know of two kind of writers: those whose central preoccupation is verbal technique, and those for whom it is human acts and passions. The former tend to be dismissed as "Byzantine" or praised as "pure artists". The latter, more fortunately receive the laundry epithets "profound", "human", or "profoundly human", and the flattering vituperation "savage". The former is Swinburne or Mallarme, the latter, Celine or Theodore Dresier. Certain exceptional cases display the virtue and joys of both categories. Victor Hugo remarked that Shakespeare contained Gongora; we might also observe that he contained Dostoevsky.... Among the other great novelists, Joseph Conrad was perhaps the last who was interested both in the techniques of the novel and personalities of his characters. The last, that is, until the tremendous appearance of Faulkner.