A Writer Helps To Show

I Think Childhood Is To Everyone A Lost Land.

We Should Always Look Back On Our Own Past With A Sort Of Contempt, As Long As The Tenderness Is There - But Please Let Some Of The Contempt Be There.

There's No End To The Inventiveness Of Critics, I Tell You. Because They Can't Write Fiction, They Put Their Impulse Into Their Analysis Of Work.

To Love It Too Much Is To Obscure And Not See What Is There.

That Vision Of A Common Culture Is Now Simply A Remote Wistfulness.