If People Have Bought Something Of Mine,

Honestly, I Don't Understand Why People Get So Worked Up About A Little Murder!

Life Is A Long Failure Of Understanding ... A Long, Mistaken Shutting Of The Heart.

Dusk Was Falling Quickly. It Was Just After 7 P.m., And The Month Was October.

I Find The Public Passion For Justice Quite Boring And Artificial.

I Should Love To Do A Novel, About One Abnormal Character Seeing Present-day Life, Very Ordinary Life, Yet Arresting Through It, Abnormality, Until At The End The Reader Sees, And With Little Reluctance, That He Is Not Abnormal At All, And That The Main Character Might As Well Be Himself.