I Am Afraid Of Him, Of All

I Deem As Heroic Those Who Have The Harder Task, Face It Unflinchingly And Live. In This World Women Do That.

One Of The Last Great Realizations Is That Life Will Not Be What You Dreamed.

Amplitude Is A Powerful Quality In Fiction. It Results In Involvement, In Sympathy With The Characters. After A While, A Reader Can't Avoid Being Involved With A Book, Caring About It, Even If It's Not A Particularly Good Book. You're In It, And You're Committed To It.

You Would Have To Be Very Optimistic To Think That Any Of Your Books Will Be Among The Books That Survive In The Very Long Run. I Think If A Writer Is Lucky Enough To Still Have A Few Books Around After He's Gone, A Few That Are Still Being Read, Then He's Accomplished Quite A Lot.

One Is Seduced And Battered In Turn. The Result Is Presumably Wisdom. Wisdom! We Are Clinging To Life Like Lizards. Why Is It So Difficult To Assemble Those Things That Really Matter In Life And To Dwell Among Them Only? I Am Referring To Certain Landscapes, Persons, Beasts, Books, Rooms, Meteorological Conditions, Fruits. In Fact, I Insist On It. A Letter Is Like A Poem, It Leaps Into Life And Shows Very Clearly The Marks, Perhaps I Should Say Thumbprints, Of An Unwilling Or Unready Composer.