A Brain Is Only Capable Of What

We Remember The Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.

Happiness Is Never Really So Welcome As Changelessness.

With A Novel, Which Takes Perhaps Years To Write, The Author Is Not The Same Man He Was At The End Of The Book As He Was At The Beginning. It Is Not Only That His Characters Have Developed-he Has Developed With Them, And This Nearly Always Gives A Sense Of Roughness To The Work: A Novel Can Seldom Have The Sense Of Perfection Which You Find In Chekhov's Story, The Lady With The Dog.

A Single Feat Of Daring Can Alter The Whole Conception Of What Is Possible.

Doing Nothing, Badly.