Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me-isn't it, isn't it?-and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

... any fictionis bound to be transposed autobiography.

Everything is very quiet, the streets are never crowded, and the people one dislikes are out of town.

Dialogue is the ideal means of showing what is between the characters. It crystallizes relationships. It should, ideally, be so effective as to make analysis or explanation of the relationships between the characters unnecessary.

memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.

Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.

We have really no absent friends.