Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.

People's weaker side is not necessarily their truer self.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.

Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it.