The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does attempt to represent life.
She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.
That accurst autobiographic form which puts a premium on the loose, the improvised, the cheap, and the easy.
And remember this, that if you've been hated, you've also been loved.
The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.
If I should certainly say to a novice, 'Write from experience and experience only,' I should feel that this was rather a tantalizing monition if I were not careful immediately to add, 'Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost.'