Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought.
("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")

If we have no heretics we must invent them, for heresy is essential to health and growth.

The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy. (“Tomorrow”)

What we need in literature today are vast philosophic horizons; we need the most ultimate, the most fearsome, the most fearless 'Why?' and 'What next?'
("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")

You know how writers are... they create themselves as they create their work. Or perhaps they create their work in order to create themselves.

With his head thrust forward like a ram, Baryba pushed his way through to the front. For some reason this was necessary, he felt with all his guts that it was necessary. He clenched his iron jaws. Something bestial stirred in him, something he hungered for, some murderous instinct. To be with everybody, to howl like everybody, to hit the one that everybody else was hitting. ("A Provincial Tale")