I never liked to hunt, you know. There was always the danger of having a horse fall on you.

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.

My only regret in life is that I did not drink more wine.

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best - make it all up - but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

I think you should learn about writing from everybody who has ever written that has anything to teach you