There is nothing like literature: I lose a cow, I write about her death, and my writing pays me enough to buy another cow.
You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.
A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea.
Wrinkles are engraved smiles.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
The strong do not hesitate. They settle down, they sweat, they go on to the end. They exhaust the ink, they use up the paper.