Childish fantasy, like the sheath over the bud, not only protects but curbs the terrible budding spirit, protects not only innocence from the world, but the world from the power of innocence.
In 'real life' everything is diluted; in the novel everything is condensed.
one should discuss one's difficulties only when they are over.
Dialogue should show the relationships among people.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard of what does not matter.