The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.