Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.

Because of the influence of the cinema, most reports or stories of violence are so pictorial that they lack content or meaning. The camera brings them to our eyes, but does not settle them in our minds, nor in time.

It's all in the art. You get no credit for living.

Short stories can be rather stark and bare unless you put in the right details. Details make stories human, and the more human a story can be, the better.

Among the masked dandies of Edwardian comedy, Max Beerbohm is the most happily armored by a deep and almost innocent love of himself as a work of art.

The State, that cawing rookery of committees and subcommittees.

A natural New Yorker is a native of the present tense.