The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind.
Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.
I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.