A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions (of which its author had quite probably never heard). It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.
True originality consists not in a new manner, but in a new vision.
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving toward the watcher on the shore.