We Do Not Discuss The

It Is In Our Minds That We Live Much Of Our Life.

As Regards Plots I Find Real Life No Help At All. Real Life Seems To Have No Plots.

Most Of The Pleasure Of Making A Book Would Go If It Held Nothing To Be Shared By Other People. I Would Write For A Few Dozen People, And Sometimes It Seems That I Do So, But I Would Not Write For No-one.

A Plot Is Like The Bones Of A Person, Not Interesting Like Expression, Or Signs Of Experience, But The Support Of The Whole.

It Is Not For Us To Hold Ourselves Above The Position Of Grateful People. We Have To Be Able To Accept. Anything Else Shows An Unwillingness To Grant Someone Else The Superior Place.