You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.
Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.
As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.
What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.