... any fictionis bound to be transposed autobiography.
rudeness to Mrs. Dosely was like dropping a pat of butter on to a hot plate - it slid and melted away.
My writing, I am prepared to think, may be a substitute for something I have been born without - a so-called normal relation to society. My books are my relation to society.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.
Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.
We are minor in everything but our passions.