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.

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

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love.

Two things are terrible in childhood: helplessness (being in other people's power) and apprehension - the apprehension that something is being concealed from us because it is too bad to be told.

[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.

... in nine out of ten cases the original wish to write is the wish to make oneself felt[ellipsis in source] the non-essential writer never gets past that wish.

nobody ever dies of an indignity.