... into the novel goes such taste as I have for rational behaviour and social portraiture. The short story, as I see it to be, allows for what is crazy about humanity: obstinacies, inordinate heroisms, "immortal longings.
Someone soon to start on a journey is always a little holy.
The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling.
Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
Habit is not mere subjugation, it is a tender tie; when one remembers habit it seems to have been happiness.