No Object Is Mysterious. The Mystery Is

I Can't See Or Feel The Conflict Between Love And Religion. To Me, They're The Same Thing.

Dialogue Must Appear Realistic Without Being So. Actual Realism-the Lifting, As It Were, Of Passages From A Stenographer's Take-down Of A 'real Life' Conversation-would Be Disruptive. Of What? Of The Illusion Of The Novel. In 'real Life' Everything Is Diluted; In The Novel Everything Is Condensed.

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

... Into The Novel Goes Such Taste As I Have For Rational Behaviour And Social Portraiture. The Short Story, As I See It To Be, Allows For What Is Crazy About Humanity: Obstinacies, Inordinate Heroisms, "immortal Longings.

It Is Not Helpful To Help A Friend By Putting Coins In His Pockets When He Has Got Holes In His Pockets.