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In Little Towns, Lives Roll Along So Close To One Another; Loves And Hates Beat About, Their Wings Almost Touching.

Art, It Seems To Me, Should Simplify.

In A Few Hours One Could Cover That Incalculable Distance; From The Winter Country And Homely Neighbours, To The City Where The Air Trembled Like A Tuning-fork With Unimaginable Possibilities.

Every Artist Makes Herself Born. You Must Bring The Artist Into The World Yourself.

Most Of The Basic Material A Writer Works With Is Acquired Before The Age Of Fifteen.