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.

Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.

We desert those who desert us; we cannot afford to suffer; we must live how we can.

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

Dialogue should show the relationships among people.

The writer, unlike his non-writing adult friend, has no predisposed outlook; he seldom observes deliberately. He sees what he didnot intend to see; he remembers what does not seem wholly possible. Inattentive learner in the schoolroom of life, he keeps some faculty free to veer and wander. His is the roving eye.

Wariness had driven away poetry; from hesitating to feel came the moment when you no longer could.