You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me

The Pleasure Of All Reading Is Doubled When One Lives With Another Who Shares The Same Books.

If You Wish To Live, You Must First Attend Your Own Funeral.

What Is It With Me? Am I Absolutely Nobody, But Merely Inordinately Vain? I Do Not Know…. But I Am Most Fearfully Unhappy. That Is All. I Am So Unhappy That I Wish I Was Dead—yet I Should Be Mad To Die When I Have Not Yet Lived At All.

I Am A Recluse At Present & Do Nothing But Write & Read & Read & Write

Regret Is An Appalling Waste Of Energy, And No One Who Intends To Be A Writer Can Afford To Indulge In It.