Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.
Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.
Things have a way of turning out so badly.
The trouble with this world is that everybody has to compromise and conform.
I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.
I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.