I Shall Weave A Suit Of Leaves.

So Long As You Write It Away Regularly Nothing Can Really Hurt You.

Am I Walking Toward Something I Should Be Running Away From?

I Very Much Dislike Writing About Myself Or My Work, And When Pressed For Autobiographical Material Can Only Give A Bare Chronological Outline Which Contains No Pertinent Facts.

I Came To Believe That Being A Private Detective Was The Work I Was Meant To Do.

The Sight Of One's Own Heart Is Degrading; People Are Not Meant To Look Inward - That's Why They've Been Given Bodies, To Hide Their Souls.