I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.

Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.