I love my work but do not know how I write it.
Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.
Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.