I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of june.

The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before you as a complete thing, I have to recall things gone far, gone deep, sunk into this life or that and become part of it; dreams, too, things surrounding me, and the inmates, those old half-articulate ghosts who keep up their hauntings by day and night... shadows of people one might have been; unborn selves.

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.