Dialogue In Fiction Is What

Characters Are Not Created By Writers. They Pre-exist And Have To Be Found.

The Novelist's--any Writer's--object Is To Whittle Down His Meaning To The Exactest And Finest Possible Point. What, Of Course, Isfatal Is When He Does Not Know What He Does Mean: He Has No Point To Sharpen.

This, My First [bicycle] Had An Intrinsic Beauty. And It Opened For Me An Era Of All But Flying, Which Roads Emptily Crossing Theairy, Gold-gorsy Common Enhanced. Nothing Since Has Equalled That Birdlike Freedom.

... Into The Novel Goes Such Taste As I Have For Rational Behaviour And Social Portraiture. The Short Story, As I See It To Be, Allows For What Is Crazy About Humanity: Obstinacies, Inordinate Heroisms, "immortal Longings.

The Passion Of Vanity Has Its Own Depths In The Spirit, And Is Powerfully Militant.