When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it. He must always be a stranger to the place he loves, and its people.

When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it.

I was shocked that he did it so blatantly. An older driver (usually) knows a way to do it subtly.

We are going very delicately and subtly.

When he understands, as few others do, something of his home that is funny, or sad, or tragic, or cruel, or beautiful, or true, he knows he must do so as a stranger.

Apart from the desire to produce beautiful things, the leading passion of my life has been and is hatred of modern civilization.