... the average Catholic perceives no connection between religion and morality, unless it is a question of someone else's morality.

If one means by style the voice, the irreducible and always recognizable and alive thing, then of course style is really everything.

An unrectified case of injustice has a terrible way of lingering, restlessly, in the social atmosphere like an unfinished question.

For both writer and reader, the novel is a lonely, physically inactive affair. Only the imagination races.

From what I have seen, I am driven to the conclusion that religion is only good for good people.

The return to a favorite novel is generally tied up with changes in oneself that must be counted as improvements, but have the feel of losses. It is like going back to a favorite house, country, person; nothing is where it belongs, including one's heart.

The only form of action open to a child is to break something or strike someone, its mother or another child; it cannot cause things to happen in the world.