There Is No End To The Violations

... A Novel Survives Because Of Its Basic Truthfulness, Its Having Within It Something General And Universal, And A Quality Of Imaginative Perception Which Applies Just As Much Now As It Did In The Fifty Or Hundred Or Two Hundred Years Since The Novel Came To Life.

[my Early Stories] Are The Work Of A Living Writer Whom I Know In A Sense, But Can Never Meet.

Raids Are Slightly Constipating.

The Story Must Spring From An Impression Or Perception Pressing Enough To Have Made The Writer Write. It Should Magnetize The Imagination And Give Pleasure.

We Have Really No Absent Friends.