Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.

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.

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

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.