But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.

A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.

A novelist can shift view-point if it comes off. ... Indeed, this power to expand and contract perception (of which the shifting view-point is a symptom), this right to intermittent knowledge - I find one of the great advantages of the novel-form ... this intermittence lends in the long run variety and colour to the experiences we receive.