Chic Is A Convent For Unloved Women.

Aphorisms Are Bad For Novels. They Stick In The Reader's Teeth.

Sex Almost Always Disappoints Me In Novels. Everything Can Be Said Or Done Now, And That's What I Often Find: Everything, A Feeling Of Generality Or Dispersal. But In My Experience, True Sex Is So Particular, So Peculiar To The Person Who Yearns For It. Only He Or She, And No One Else, Would Desire So Very Much That Very Person Under Those Circumstances. In Fiction, I Miss That Sense Of Terrific Specificity.

To Be Misunderstood Can Be The Writer's Punishment For Having Disturbed The Reader's Peace. The Greater The Disturbance, The Greater The Possibility Of Misunderstanding.

An Aphorism Is A Generalization Of Sorts, And Our Present-day Writers Seem More At Home With The Particular.

Chic Is A Convent For Unloved Women.