I do not know what I thought Paris would be like, but it was not that way. It rained nearly every day.
I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.
You must be prepared to work always without applause.
Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.
Never mistake motive for action.
Having books published is very destructive to writing. It is even worse than making love too much. Because when you make love too much at least you get a damned clarte that is like no other light. A very clear and hollow light.