Expansion, that is the idea the novelist must cling to, not completion, not rounding off, but opening out.
I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
I hated the idleness, the stupidity, the respectability, the petty unselfishness.
Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's.
Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.