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

Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity.

Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.

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.

Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.

I don't read reviews about myself with any special eagerness or attention unless they are masterpieces of wit and acumen, and I never reread them.

The rich philistinism emanating from advertisements is due not to their exaggerating (or inventing) the glory of this or that serviceable article but to suggesting that the acme of human happiness is purchasable and that its purchase somehow ennobles the purchaser.