Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
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.
Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.
I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.