Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.

Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.

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 Have Always Thought That By Observing Things With A Great Deal Of Attention You Eventually Wrest Some Of Their Secrets From Them, Making Them Utter What They Would Most Like To Keep To Themselves.

Perhaps The Greatest Consolation Of The Oppressed Is To Consider Themselves Superior To Their Tyrants.

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