Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?

The silence of a shut park does not sound like country silence: it is tense and confined.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect.

It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.

The writer, like a swimmer caught by an undertow, is borne in an unexpected direction. He is carried to a subject which has awaited him--a subject sometimes no part of his conscious plan. Reality, the reality of sensation, has accumulated where it was least sought. To write is to be captured--captured by some experience to which one may have given hardly a thought.

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