To believe in a child is to believe in the Future.
Don't pass it by - the immediate, the real, the ours, the yours, the novelist's that it waits for.
To treat a big subject in the intensely summarized fashion demanded by an evening's traffic of the stage when the evening, freely clipped at each end, is reduced to two hours and a half, is a feat of which the difficulty looms large.
We must for dear life make our own counter-realities.
I've always expected the worst, and it's always worse than I expected.
There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.