Fiction Is History, Human History, Or It

I Am A Great Foe Of Favoritism In Public Life, In Private Life, And Even In The Delicate Relationship Of An Author To His Works.

The Last Thing A Woman Will Consent To In A Man Whom She Loves, Or On Whom She Simply Depends, Is Want Of Courage.

We Penetrated Deeper And Deeper Into The Heart Of Darkness

... It Was Written I Should Be Loyal To The Nightmare Of My Choice.

It Is The Mark Of An Inexperienced Man Not To Believe In Luck.