A Novelist Is, Like All

I Cannot Conceive How Anybody In His Right Mind Should Go To A Psychoanalyst.

It Is A Short Walk From The Hallelujah To The Hoot.

Long After Her Death I Felt Her Thoughts Floating Through Mine. Long Before We Met We Had Had The Same Dreams. We Compared Notes. We Found Strange Affinities. The Same June Of The Same Year (1919) A Stray Canary Had Fluttered Into Her House And Mine, In Two Widely Separated Countries. Oh, Lolita, Had You Love Me Thus!

An Active And Creative Reader Is A Re-reader.

Our Imagination Flies -- We Are Its Shadow On The Earth.