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

To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.

I will achieve in my life - Heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock. I will enter.

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.

Only longing can fill with more of itself.

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

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