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

Someone soon to start on a journey is always a little holy.

... any fictionis bound to be transposed autobiography.

On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not concern them, somebody else's do.

Plot is the knowing of destination.

Dialogue in fiction is what characters do to one another.

Mr. [Aldous] Huxley has been the alarming young man for a long time, a sort of perpetual clever nephew who can be relied on to flutter the lunch party. Whatever will he say next? How does he think of those things? He has been deplored once or twice, but feeling is in his favor: he is steadily read. He is at once the truly clever person and the stupid person's idea of the clever person; he is expected to be relentless, to administer intellectual shocks.