nothing is more restful than conformity.
the process of reading is reciprocal; the book is no more than a formula, to be furnished out with images out of the reader's mind.
nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.
[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.
First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.