In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.

There are two ways of spreading light: To be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.