Memory must be patchy; what is more alarming is its face-savingness. Something in one shrinks from catching it out - unique to oneself, one's own, one's claim to identity, it implicates one's identity in its fibbing.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

Dialogue should convey a sense of spontaneity but eliminate the repetitiveness of real talk.

very young people are true but not resounding instruments.

Dialogue in fiction is what characters do to one another.

Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.