It seems as if when you try to do just one thing and nothing but, you can't do it at all. You do everything better if there's more than one thing.
Mine! There isn't any such thing as mine. The world slips slithering through my fingers.
The dead hand of research lies heavy on too many novels.
Many an author will speak of writing, in his best work, more than he actually knows.
After my mother's death, I began to see her as she had really been.... It was less like losing someone than discovering someone.
What man can imagine he may one day achieve.