The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist
There is no beauty without some strangeness
I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth.