When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them, as if their reason had left them

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

No one person knows much more about writing than another. I expect that when people think they know anything about it, then their case is hopeless.

Where are the loves that we have loved beforeWhen once we are alone, and shut the door?

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid.