I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

I have always loved to use fear, to take it and comprehend it and make it work and consolidate a situation where I was afraid and take it whole and work from there.

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.

I assume then, that you have no real faith in the fondness any of the rest of us may feel for you?''None,' said Mrs. Halloran.