Makes of men date, like makes of car.

The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling.

What I have found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.

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

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.

Characters are not created by writers. They pre-exist and have to be found.

It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights.