One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.

Say what you like, but such things do happen - not often, but they do happen.

Pain comes from the darkness. And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

Art is long, and critics are the insects of a day.

The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

More and more people think of the critic as an indispensable middle man between writer and reader, and would no more read a book alone, if they could help it, than have a baby alone.