My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.
[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.
Anyone who picks up a Compton-Burnett finds it very hard not to put it down.
We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.
A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.
I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling.