I was sent to a school because my father was already aware that his days were numbered, and he was anxious for me to acquire a good education and follow in his footsteps.

I saw not till now what sin brings with it - that we must tread others underfoot.

Easy for them to keep their youth who will never learn a lesson.

All fires burn out at last.

I rolled myself up into a tight ball of resistance and it was thus that I went through my school years.

Feelings of longing seemed to burst from her heart; they ran in all directions, like streams of blood, seeking out paths to all the places in the wide landscape where she had lived, to all her sons roaming through the world, to all her dead lying under the earth.

I went to work in an office and learned, among other lessons, to do things I did not care for, and to do them well. Before I left this office, two of my books had already been published.