The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.

It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.

Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo-studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue.

I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.

Only talent interests me in paintings and books. Not general ideas, but the individual contribution.

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.