Conflict is the soul of literature.

Solitude is un-American.

In any triangle, who is the betrayer, who the unseen rival, and who the humiliated lover? Oneself, oneself, and no one but oneself!

Photographs are the most curious indicators of reality.

A concern with 'public morality' is - if not the last refuge of a scoundrel - the first foray of the fascist.

biography is essentially a collaborative art, the latest biographer collaborating with all those who wrote earlier.

If you've been a pretty woman and always pursued by lovers, losing that and not having that - it feels like a great loss.