Today I Began The Novel

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.