A novelist has mad a fictional representation of life. I doing so, he has revealed to us more significance, it may be, than he could find in life itself.
Bernard DeVotoThis is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affectations glow and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.
Bernard DeVotoThe trouble with the sacred Individual is that he has no significance, except as he can acquire it from others, from the social whole.
Bernard DeVotoSomething can be done with people who put pickled onions in: strangulation seems best.
Bernard DeVoto