I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot Stand Life As It Is.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.