Sometimes I Don't Know Whether I'm Real

Life Cracked Like Ice!

I Began To Realize That For Two Years My Life Had Been A Drawing On Resources That I Did Not Possess, That I Had Been Mortgaging Myself Physically And Spiritually Up To The Hilt.

Your First Most Typical Figure In Any New Place Turns Out To Be A Bluff Or A Local Nuisance.

He Talked A Lot About The Past, And I Gathered That He Wanted To Recover Something, Some Idea Of Himself Perhaps, That Had Gone Into Loving Daisy. His Life Had Been Confused And Disordered Since Then, But If He Could Once Return To A Certain Starting Place And Go Over It All Slowly, He Could Find Out What That Thing Was.

Nobody Ever Became A Writer Just By Wanting To Be One.