Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
The trouble is when people read about authors, they don't feel compelled to read the authors' work.
Beauty alters the grain of reality.
Criticism at the wrong time, even if it's legitimate criticism, can be seriously damaging and make the writer lose faith in what he's doing. It's the timing that's all-important.
I guess that anything we manage to save from history is a miracle.
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object.