The novel does not simply recount experience, it adds to experience.
[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.
Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.