Thought flies and words go on foot.
I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.
If people only knew what lies at the heart of my novels! What a tumult of desires these carefully written pages conceal! I sometimes have a loathing for the furious cravings that give me no peace except when I am working.
Anti-clericalism and non-belief, have their bigots just as orthodoxy does.
Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.
The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.