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.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

These Critics Who Crucify Me Do Not Guess The Littlest Part Of My Sincerity. They Must Be Burned In A Blaze. I Cannot Learn From Them.

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.