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The "germ," Wherever Gathered, Has Ever Been For Me, "the Germ Of A Story," And Most Of The Stories Strained To Shape Under My Hand Have Sprung From A Single Small Seed, A Seed As Remote And Windblown As A Casual Hint.

New York Is Appalling, Fantastically Charmless And Elaborately Dire.

Her Chief Dread In Life, At This Period Of Her Development, Was That She Would Appear Narrow Minded; What She Feared Next Afterwards Was That She Should Be So.

I Know Of No Substitute Whatever For The Force And Beauty Of An Artistic Process.

Her Memory's Your Love. You Want No Other.