Don't forget who you are and where you come from.
I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.
There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.
Beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit.
Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.
She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.