Those mausoleums of inactive masculinity are places for men who prefer armchairs to women.
The makers of the short story have rarely been good novelists.
It's all in the art. You get no credit for living.
We are used to the actions of human beings, not to their stillness.
It is less the business of the novelist to tell us what happened than to show how it happened.
I felt the beginning of a passion, hopeless in the long run, but very nourishing, for identifying myself with people who were not my own, and whose lives were governed by ideas alien to mine.