A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.
The economy of a novelist is a little like that of a careful housewife who is unwilling to throw away anything that might perhaps serve its turn.
The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.
We forget very easily what gives us pain.
The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.
There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.