Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.

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.

If you start with a bang, you won't end with a whimper.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

We do not pass twice through the same door Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

What profession is more trying than that of author? After you finish a piece of work it only seems good to you for a few weeks; or if it seems good at all you are convinced that it is the last you will be able to write; and if it seems bad you wonder whether everything you have done isn’t poor stuff really; and it is one kind of agony while you are writing, and another kind when you aren’t.