I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.