The grand canyon which yawns between the writer's concept of what he wants to capture in words and what comes through is a cruel abyss.

I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.

Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.

Life owes me a living worth living. Yes, Eden regarded life as her debtor, she its relentless paymaster.

Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.

The literary wiseacres prognosticate in many languages, as they have throughout so many centuries, setting the stage for new hautmonde in letters and making up the public's mind.

Some authors have what amounts to a metaphysical approach. They admit to inspiration. Sudden and unaccountable urgencies to writecatapult them out of sleep and bed. For myself, I have never awakened to jot down an idea that was acceptable the following morning.