The Great Mystery Of Adaptation Is That

Sudden Resolutions, Like The Sudden Rise Of Mercury In A Barometer, Indicate Little Else Than The Variability Of The Weather.

Writers Always Sound Insufferably Smug When They Sit Back And Assert That Their Job Is Only To Ask Questions And Not To Answer Them. But, In Good Part, It Is True. And Once You Become Committed To One Particular Answer, Your Freedom To Ask New Questions Is Seriously Impaired.

I Think The Novel Is The American Form Because People Read It In Private, And The Only Valuable Things That Happen In America Happen In Private Life, Because Public Life Is A Dead Loss.

Weak Minds Sink Under Prosperity As Well As Adversity; But Strong And Deep Ones Have Two High Tides.

Style Is The Art Of Getting Yourself Out Of The Way, Not Putting Yourself In It.