I think it is all a matter of love.

Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.

At a very early stage of the novel's development I get this urge to collect bits of straw and fluff, and to eat pebbles. Nobody will ever discover how clearly a bird visualizes, or if it visualizes at all, the future nest and the eggs in it.

There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.

Although I do not care for the slogan "art for art's sake", there can be no question that what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art.

Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, and active and creative reader is a rereader.

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.