I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.
Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.
No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.