We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.

I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

No, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

I don't believe other people are ever as foolishly excited as I am while I'm working. How could they be? Writers would have to live in trees.