the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent.
For me, the novel is experience illumined by imagination.
Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.
Tilling the fertile soil of man's vanity.
There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.
As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, "O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!"