You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine Iām inclined to extravagance.
All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.
Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.
I try to work every day because you have no refuge but writing. When you're going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.
Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.
The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.