There'll be oceans of talk and emotions without end.

Fear no more, says the heart.

The world is crammed with delightful things

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

If behind the erratic gunfire of the press the author felt that there was another kind of criticism, the opinion of people readingfor the love of reading, slowly and unprofessionally, and judging with great sympathy and yet with great severity, might this not improve the quality of his work? And if by our means books were to become stronger, richer, and more varied, that would be an end worth reaching.