Fiction Is Not Photography, It's Oil Painting.

We Mistrust Anything That Too Strongly Challenges Our Ideal Of Mediocrity.

All Mothers Think Their Children Are Oaks, But The World Never Lacks For Cabbages.

A Happy Childhood Has Spoiled Many A Promising Life.

Literary Critics, However, Frequently Suffer From A Curious Belief That Every Author Longs To Extend The Boundaries Of Literary Art, Wants To Explore New Dimensions Of The Human Spirit, And If He Doesn't, He Should Be Ashamed Of Himself.

Fanaticism Is Overcompensation For Doubt.