The vague torment of ... ambition.
The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.