I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there.

I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.