The Craft Of The Novelist Does Lie

All Good Dialogue Perhaps Deals With Something Unprecedented.

The Slight Sense Of Degeneracy Induced By Reading Novels Before Luncheon

To Leap Is Not Only To Leap, It Is To Hit The Ground Somewhere.

Some Ideas, Like Dandelions In Lawns, Strike Tenaciously: You May Pull Off The Top But The Root Remains, Drives Down Suckers And May Even Sprout Again.

Every Love Has A Poetic Relevance Of Its Own; Each Love Brings To Light Only What To It Is Relevant. Outside Lies The Junk-yard Of What Does Not Matter.