Most Writers Enjoy Two Periods Of Happiness

Much Of Writing Might Be Described As Mental Pregnancy With Successive Difficult Deliveries.

We Should Like To Have Some Towering Geniuses, To Reveal Us To Ourselves In Colour And Fire, But Of Course They Would Have To Fit Into The Pattern Of Our Society And Be Able To Take Orders From Sound Administrative Types.

Childhood, Catching Our Imagination When It Is Fresh And Tender, Never Lets Go Of Us.

The First Fall Of Snow Is Not Only An Event, It Is A Magical Event. You Go To Bed In One Kind Of A World And Wake Up In Another Quite Different, And If This Is Not Enchantment Then Where Is It To Be Found?

Our Trouble Is That We Drink Too Much Tea. I See In This The Slow Revenge Of The Orient, Which Has Diverted The Yellow River Down Our Throats.