He Liked The Fact That Venice Had

I Can't Write If Someone Else Is In The House, Not Even The Cleaning Woman.

Everything Human Is Alien To Me.

The Justice I Have Received, I Shall Give Back.

It Always Gets Late With You. - Is That A Compliment?

I Should Love To Do A Novel, About One Abnormal Character Seeing Present-day Life, Very Ordinary Life, Yet Arresting Through It, Abnormality, Until At The End The Reader Sees, And With Little Reluctance, That He Is Not Abnormal At All, And That The Main Character Might As Well Be Himself.