Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word Was Law. I Ain't Quite Outgrowed That Yet.

I Must Go Deeper And Even Stronger Into My Treasure Mine And Stint Nothing Of Time, Toil, Or Torture.

No One Connected Intimately With A Writer Has Any Appreciation Of His Temperament, Except To Think Him Overdoing Everything.