I am not mature enough as a reader to enjoy a book in which I hate all the people.
Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?
Some people need a huge amount of attention, and they are worthy of that attention, and they're still exhausting.
Nonfiction is easy and fiction is hard.
Using your imagination is the one time in life you can really go anywhere.
Society was nothing but a long, dull dinner party conversation in which one was forced to speak to one's partner on both the left and the right.