Happiness, Remarked Maury Noble One Day, Is

Often I Think Writing Is A Sheer Paring Away Of Oneself Leaving Always Something Thinner, Barer, More Meagre.

No Grand Idea Was Ever Born In A Conference, But A Lot Of Foolish Ideas Have Died There.

I'm Merely Trying To Give You The Sort Of Argument That Would Appeal To Your Intelligence.

I Felt A Haunting Loneliness Sometimes, And Felt It In Others--young Clerks In The Dusk, Wasting The Most Poignant Moments Of Night And Life.

Prose Talent Depends On Having Something To Say And An Interesting, Highly Developed Way Of Saying It.