So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.

My fellow journalists called themselves correspondents; I preferred the title of reporter. I wrote what I saw. I took no action -- even an opinion is a kind of action.

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.

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.

How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.

The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.

A solitary laugh is often a laugh of superiority.