In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.

Writing is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living.

If art has a purpose, it is to interpret life, reproduce it in fresh visions.

Biographers, by their very nature, want to know everything about everybody, dead or alive.

Chamber music - a conversation between friends.

What pioneer ever had chart and a lighthouse to steer by?

One of the marks of true genius is a quality of abundance. A rich, rollicking abundance, enough to give indigestion to ordinary people. Great artists turn it out in rolls, in swatches. They cover whole ceilings with paintings, they chip out a mountainside in stone, they write not one novel but a shelf full. It follows that some of their work is better than other. As much as a third of it may be pretty bad. Shall we say this unevenness is the mark of their humanity - of their proud mortality as well as of their immortality?