Most Publishers, Like Most Writers, Are Ruined

New Things Are Always Ugly.

In Haverford On The Platte The Townspeople Still Talk Of Lucy Gayheart.

I Don't Want Anyone Reading My Writing To Think About Style. I Just Want Them To Be In The Story.

People Can Be Lovers And Enemies At The Same Time, You Know.

For Ever And Anon The Soul Becomes Weary Of The Conventions That Are Not Of It, And With A Single Stroke Shatters The Civilized Lies With Which It Is Unable To Cope, And The Strong Arm Reaches Out And Takes By Force What It Cannot Win By Cunning.