Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.

I'm Not Going To Lie Down And Let Trouble Walk Over Me.

Knowledge, Like Experience, Is Valid In Fiction Only After It Has Dissolved And Filtered Down Through The Imagination Into Reality.

I Suppose I Am A Born Novelist, For The Things I Imagine Are More Vital And Vivid To Me Than The Things I Remember.

That Was The Worst Of Being Poor, You Couldn't Give The Right Things In Sickness.