Readers tend to devour short stories on a newssheet, but would be disinclined to read them in collections
Grown-ups didn't seem to realize that for me, as for most other schoolboys, it was easier to keep silent than to speak. I was a natural oyster.
My dream had become my reality: my old life was a discarded husk.
It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about.
You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels.
To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!