Fiction Is Not Photography, It's Oil Painting.

What We Call Luck Is The Inner Man Externalized. We Make Things Happen To Us.

"children, Don't Speak So Coarsely," Said Mr Webster, Who Had A Vague Notion That Some Supervision Should Be Exercised Over His Daughters' Speech, And That A Line Should Be Drawn, But Never Knew Quite When To Draw It. He Had Allowed His Daughters To Use His Library Without Restraint, And Nothing Is More Fatal To Maidenly Delicacy Of Speech Than The Run Of A Good Library.

Love Affairs Are For Emotional Sprinters; The Pleasures Of Love Are For The Emotional Marathoners.

The Truth Is That Art Does Not Teach; It Makes You Feel, And Any Teaching That May Arise From The Feeling Is An Extra, And Must Not Be Stressed Too Much. In The Modern World, And In Canada As Much As Anywhere, We Are Obsessed With The Notion That To Think Is The Highest Achievement Of Mankind, But We Neglect The Fact That Thought Untouched By Feeling Is Thin, Delusive, Treacherous Stuff.

Clarity Is Not A Characteristic Of The Human Spirit.