In company with people of your own trade you ordinarily speak of other writers' books. The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves. Joyce was a very great writer and he would only explain what he was doing to jerks. Other writers that he respected were supposed to be able to know what he was doing by reading it.

There can be no great literature in America until her writers have learned to trust her implicitly and love her devoutly.

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.

I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of,and you welcome them and resent the new things

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.