Writing enlarges the landscape of the mind.

Detective stories are the art-for-art's sake of yawning Philistinism.

It is the role of the poet to look at what is happening in the world and to know that quite other things are happening.

How extraordinary it is that one feels most guilt about the sins one is unable to commit.

A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.

The businessman who is a novelist is able to drop in on literature and feel no suicidal loss of esteem if the lady is not at home, and he can spend his life preparing without fuss for the awful interview.

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