I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

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

Expectations are the most perilous form of dream, and when dreams do realise themselves it is in the waking world: the difference is subtly but often painfully felt.

writers do not find subjects: subjects find them. There is not so much a search as a state of open susceptibility.

Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard of what does not matter.

Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.

What must novel dialogue . . . really be and do? It must be pointed, intentional, relevant. It must crystallize situation. It must express character. It must advance plot. During dialogue, the characters confront one another. The confrontation is in itself an occasion. Each one of these occasions, throughout the novel, is unique.