Every end is a beginning...And every beginning is an end.

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

Composing on the typewriter, I find that I am sloughing off all my long sentences which I used to dote upon. Short, staccato, like modern French prose. The typewriter makes for lucidity, but I am not sure that it encourages subtlety.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.