Raids Are Slightly Constipating.

The Craft Of The Novelist Does Lie First Of All In Story-telling.

Temperamentally, The Writer Exists On Happenings, On Contacts, Conflicts, Action And Reaction, Speed, Pressure, Tension. Were He Acontemplative Purely, He Would Not Write.

Writers Do Not Find Subjects; Subjects Find Them.

... Artists Were Intended To Be An Ornament To Society. As A Society In Themselves They Are Unthinkable.

Each Of Us Keeps, Battened Down Inside Himself, A Sort Of Lunatic Giant; Impossible Socially, But Full Scale; And It's The Knockings And Battering We Sometimes Hear In Each Other That Keep Our Banter From Utter Banality.