I had no place in any coterie, or in any reciprocal self-advertising. I stood alone. I stood outside. I wanted only to learn. I wanted only to write better.
There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.
for my own purpose, I defined the art of fiction as experience illuminated.
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
to be honest and yet popular is almost as difficult in literature as it is in life.
It is difficult to deal successfully, he decided, with a woman whose feelings cannot be hurt.