Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?

For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

No writer who knows the great writers who did not receive the Prize can accept it other than with humility. There is no need to list these writers. Everyone here may make his own list according to his knowledge and his conscience.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.