The truer the facts the better the fiction.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.

A million candles burnt in him without his being at the trouble of lighting a single one

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure.

Here I come to one of the memoir writer's difficulties -- one of the reasons why, though I read so many, so many are failures. They leave out the person to whom things happened. The reason is that it is so difficult to describe any human being. So they say: 'This is what happened'; but they do not say what the person was like to whom it happened. And the events mean very little unless we know first to whom they happened.

The interest in life does not lie in what people do, nor even in their relations to each other, but largely in the power to communicate with a third party, antagonistic, enigmatic, yet perhaps persuadable, which one may call life in general.