Novel Writing Wrecks Homes.

I Formed A Resolution To Never Write A Word I Did Not Want To Write; To Think Only Of My Own Tastes And Ideals, Without A Thought Of Those Of Editors Or Publishers.

When A Man Who Is Drinking Neat Gin Starts Talking About His Mother He Is Past All Argument.

I Have Heard Of Novels Started In The Middle, At The End, Written In Patches To Be Joined Together Later, But I Have Never Felt The Slightest Desire To Do This.

Novel Writing Is Far And Away The Most Exhausting Work I Know.

The Fools Ran After Me And I Ran After The Whores, Foolish Though I Realized Such A Proceeding To Be.