The Kiss Became The Narrowed Center Of

My Imagination Functions Much Better When I Don't Have To Speak To People.

One Situation – Maybe One Alone – Could Drive Me To Murder: Family Life, Togetherness.

My New Year’s Eve Toast: To All The Devils, Lusts, Passions, Greeds, Envies, Loves, Hates, Strange Desires, Enemies Ghostly And Real, The Army Of Memories, With Which I Do Battle — May They Never Give Me Peace. (new Year's Eve, 1947)

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.

I Know You Have It In You, Guy," Anne Said Suddenly At The End Of A Silence, "the Capacity To Be Terribly Happy.