Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.

I believe that the main thing in beginning a novel is to feel, not that you can write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can't cross: that it's to be pulled through only in a breathless anguish.

Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I wonder how I am ever to walk to the end.

If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?

Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.