... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

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

But I think I’m coloured by my own wishes, & experimental mood.

I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.