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

rudeness to Mrs. Dosely was like dropping a pat of butter on to a hot plate - it slid and melted away.

The writer, unlike his non-writing adult friend, has no predisposed outlook; he seldom observes deliberately. He sees what he didnot intend to see; he remembers what does not seem wholly possible. Inattentive learner in the schoolroom of life, he keeps some faculty free to veer and wander. His is the roving eye.

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.

Dialogue should convey a sense of spontaneity but eliminate the repetitiveness of real talk.

Proust has pointed out that the predisposition to love creates its own objects; is this not also true of fear?

But complex people are never certain that they are not crooks, never certain their passports are quite in order, and are, therefore, unnerved by the slightest thing.