How I hate everything!

In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

And he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and grandmothers and long-dead ancestresses, because it was supposed to be what he wanted, what he had a right to, in order that he might exercise his lordly pleasure in smashing it like an image made of snow.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

The effect produced by a short story depends almost entirely on its form.

People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.