Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading

There is the first satisfaction of arranging it on a bit of paper; after many, many false tries, false moves, finally you have the sentence you recognize as the one you are looking for.

Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.

...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.