If the novel is dying, I see no chance that dismembering it will revive it.

If the novel is dying, I see no chance that dismembering it will revive it.

Novelists who treat violence and cruelty as something to be exploited for their effect, or to enjoy the pleasure of an evacuation, are carriers of a singularly unpleasant disease.

There is a stage in any misery when the victim begins to find a deep satisfaction in it.

Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna.

Very rare, the intelligence of the heart. The intelligence of the whimsical brain is less rare, less attaching, sometimes tedious.

the sex even in serious pornography has less singularity than the mating of squirrels.