I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at the back.

I will go down with my colours flying.

Come indoors then, and open the books on your library shelves. For you have a library and a good one. A working library, a living library; a library where nothing is chained down and nothing is locked up; a library where the songs of the singers rise naturally from the lives of the livers.

Talents of the novelist: ... observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations.

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.

But the close withdrew: the hand softened. It was over-- the moment.