Perhaps the act of writing is necessary when nothing happens.

Mankind, which has always been a part of nature, has reached a point where it is too much for nature to accommodate.

Many people ask why a writer commits suicide. But I think that people who ask don't know the vanity and the nothingness of writing. I think it is very usual and natural for a writer to commit suicide, because in order to keep on writing he must be a very strong person.

Yet there seemed to be some truth in the law of probability, according to which the chance of success is directly proportionate to the number of repetitions.

The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.

It's a dangerous dog that doesn't bark.

A plausible rumor / Seems a lot more believable / Than the truth itself.