The novel is rescued life.

The young show the genetic process, the old merely die of it.

In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.

Speech isn't for agony.

This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.

I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.

First publication is a pure, carnal leap into that dark which one dreams is life.