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.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.