Look at this tangle of thorns.

A major writer combines these three - storyteller, teacher, enchanter - but it is the enchanter in him that predominates and makes him a major writer.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people. They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes down here for real life.

Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.