Have We Not Huddled In Bunkers, While

It Is, All In All, A Historic Error To Believe That The Master Makes The School; The Students Make It!

Writing [for The Novelist] Is Not An Activity, But A Condition. That Is Why One Simply Can't Resume The Work When One Has A Job And A Free Half-day. Reading Is The Conveyance Of This Condition.

If There Is A Sense Of Reality, There Must Also Be A Sense Of Possibility.

Each Person Is A Graveyard Of His Thoughts. They Are Most Beautiful For Us In The Moment Of Their Birth; Later We Can Often Sense A Deep Pain That They Leave Us Indifferent Where Earlier They Enchanted Us.

Don't You Know That Every Perfect Life Would Be The End Of Art?