What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.
There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.
The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.