Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.

To believe in a child is to believe in the Future.

Life being all inclusion and confusion, and art being all discrimination and selection, the latter, in search of the hard latent value with which it alone is concerned, sniffs round the mass as instinctively and unerringly as a dog suspicious of some buried bone.

The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

Don’t underestimate the value of irony—it is extremely valuable.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.