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.

The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

I do like Italian graves; they look so much more lived in.

To the sun Rome owes its underlying glow, and its air called golden - to me, more the yellow of white wine; like wine it raises agreeability to poetry.

All my life I have said, "Whatever happens there will always be tables and chairs"--and what a mistake.

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.