Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

The story must spring from an impression or perception pressing enough to have made the writer write. It should magnetize the imagination and give pleasure.

Style is the thing that's always a bit phony, and at the same time you cannot write without style.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.

One can suffer a convulsion of one's entire nature, and, unless it makes some noise, no one notices. It's not just that we are incurious; we completely lack any sense of each other's existences.