A Scrupulous Man Will Never Produce A

If People Only Knew What Lies At The Heart Of My Novels! What A Tumult Of Desires These Carefully Written Pages Conceal! I Sometimes Have A Loathing For The Furious Cravings That Give Me No Peace Except When I Am Working.

I Enter The World Called Real As One Enters A Mist.

Thoughts Fly And Words Go On Foot. Therein Lies All The Drama Of A Writer.

A Child's Fear Is A World Whose Dark Corners Are Quite Unknown To Grownup People; It Has Its Sky And Its Abysses, A Sky Without Stars, Abysses Into Which No Light Can Ever Penetrate.

Our Life Is A Book That Writes Itself And Whose Principal Themes Sometimes Escape Us. We Are Like Characters In A Novel Who Do Not Always Understand What The Author Wants Of Them.