Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing.

Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing.

I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams.

I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality

She feared the unknown as we all do, and her ignorance made the unknown infinitely vast.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is detestable. And it has a fascination, too, which goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know.