Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]

You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don't know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.

'I never feel the need to discuss my work with anyone. No, I am too busy writing it. It has got to please me and if it does I don't need to talk about it. If it doesn't please me, talking about it won't improve it, since the only thing to improve it is to work on it some more. I am not a literary man but only a writer. I don't get any pleasure from talking shop.

I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it.

Curiosity is a mistress whose slaves decline no sacrifice.