I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.

I Can Write Best In The Silence And Solitude Of The Night, When Everyone Has Retired.

I Will See This Game Of Life Out To Its Bitter End

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.