The Only Time We Can Talk About

As My Cat Would Say, All Hours Are Good For Sleeping.

In Matters Of Feeling And Of The Heart, Too Much Is Always Better Than Too Little.

If I Could Repeat My Childhood, I Would Repeat It Exactly As It Was, With The Poverty, The Cold, Little Food, With The Flies And Pigs, All That.

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write.

Without The Faintest Possibility Of Finding A Job, I Decided To Devote Myself To Literature: It Was About Time To Find Out What I Was Worth As A Writer.