Sometimes people save the best part of themselves for their art.
I never was a guy who wanted to be in the limelight.
There are some things people avoid saying in interviews because they sound pompous or sentimental or too mystical.
I'm not one for the limelight I suppose.
I've always been relatively reserved with my social encounters.
I don't express a lot of things that I feel; I kind of register things.
I'm not the interview-giving kind.
I'm not much of a talker. When I do talk, it takes a lot for it to come out.
I am incapable of speaking of myself and of my life and the states of my soul, I am discreet to an almost pathological degree, and there is nothing I can do against that.
I'm just not the type who wants to draw attention to himself.
Writing is like sex. You have to save your love for the love object. If you go around spouting about your idea, there'll be no "charge" left. You can't father children that way.
Her father guarded her, and she guarded herself; for there are no padlocks, bolts, or bars, that secure a maiden better than her own reserve.
I don't find it easy for me to talk about me.
It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.
I suppress the vast majority of what I write.
What was it about Carolyn that made her so cautious about revealing herself?
An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?
