In Waiting

"And then he’d kissed her; her first proper kiss, and the electric light bulb inside her head had exploded so that everything burned white."

"What is the meaning of it, Watson?” said Holmes, solemnly, as he laid down the paper. “What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else the universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever."

"The writer who cannot distinguish truth from a peanut-butter sandwich can never write good fiction."

"When I was a writer, I had to explain over and over again that my fiction was not based on my life. People never believed me. No one ever asked if my life was based on my fiction."

"The writer who cannot distinguish truth from a peanut-butter sandwich can never write good fiction."

"Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair."

"This was not very pleasant for me, just starting for an unknown place to meet an unknown man; but everyone seemed so kind-hearted, and so sorrowful, and so sympathetic, that I could not but be touched."