I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.

But I think the Great DiMaggio would be proud of me today.

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.

You can write anytime people will leave you alone and not interrupt you.

No one you love is ever truly lost.

Now a writer can make himself a nice career while he is alive by espousing a political cause, working for it, making a profession of believing in it, and if it wins he will be very well placed. All politics is a matter of working hard without reward, or with a living wage for a time, in the hope of booty later. A man can be a Fascist or a Communist and if his outfit gets in he can get to be an ambassador or have a million copies of his books printed by the Government or any of the other rewards the boys dream about.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).