How can I express the darkness?
No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas.
Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.
But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.
The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.
Literature is no oneโs private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.