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.

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

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

You have to risk going too far to discover just how far you can really go.

As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.

If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

The greatness of literature cannot be determined solely by literary standards though we must remember that whether it is literature or not can be determined only by literary standards.