Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere.

I believe it is customary to get one's washing over first in baths and bask afterwards; personally, I bask first. I have discovered that the first few minutes are the best and not to be wasted-- my brain always seethes with ideas and life suddenly looks much better than did.