Solitude May Rust Your Words.

My Ideas Usually Come Not At My Desk Writing But In The Midst Of Living.

I Must Know, He Thinks. It Must Be Clear To Me. There Is A World Which Is Closed To Him, A World Of Shadings, Gradations, Nuances, And Subtleties. He Is A Genius And Yet He Is Too Explicit. June Slips Between His Fingers. You Cannot Posses Without Loving.

Through Love, Through Friendship, A Heart Lives More Than One Life.

A War Regarded As Inevitable Or Even Probable, And Therefore Much Prepared For, Has A Very Good Chance Of Eventually Being Fought.

The Final Lesson A Writer Learns Is That Everything Can Nourish The Writer.