And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
A writer can have only one language, if language is going to mean anything to him.
Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.
Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.