Only Lies And Evil Come

Until I Have Been Able To Bury My Head So Deep In Dear London That I Can Forget That I Have Ever Been Away I Am Inconsolable.

People Have Obsessions And Fears And Passions Which They Don't Admit To. I Think Every Character Is Interesting And Has Extremes. It's The Novelist Privilege To See How Odd Everyone Is.

... He Felt Himself To Be One Of Them, Who Can Live Neither In The World Nor Out Of It. They Are A Kind Of Sick People, Whose Desire For God Makes Them Unsatisfactory Citizens Of An Ordinary Life, But Whose Strength Or Temperament Fails Them To Surrender The World Completely; And Present-day Society, With Its Hurried Pace And Its Mechanical And Technical Structure, Offers No Home To These Unhappy Souls.

A Bad Review Is Even Less Important Than Whether It Is Raining In Patagonia.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.