Where there is great love, there are always wishes. |
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. |
Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand -- a business as safe and commendable as making soap or breakfast foods -- or it should be an art, which is always a search for something for which there is no market demand, something new and untried, where the values are intrinsic and have nothing to do with standardized values. |