No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye. |
I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road. |
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting. |
Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it. |
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. |
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible. |
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. |
One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it. |
There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone. |
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought. |
Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms. |
The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better. |
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do. |
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets. |
I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am. |
If a theme or idea is too near the surface, the novel becomes simply a tract illustrating an idea. |
Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience. |