Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Art, at any rate in a novel, must be indissolubly linked with craft.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable.

She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

Story involves action. Action towards an end not to be foreseen (by the reader) but also towards an end which, having been reached, must be seen to have been from the start inevitable.

A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.