... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.
marriage is mostly puttin' up with things, I reckon, when it ain't makin' believe.
There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.
O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!
Life has taught me that the greatest tragedy is not to die too soon but to live too long.
Of one thing alone I am very sure: it is a law of our nature that the memory of longing should survive the more fugitive memory of fulfillment.