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.

Except from the Americans—but every pearl has its oyster.

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.

It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.

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

The ways we miss our lives are life.