Words Are But The Vague

If You Have That Unconquerable Urge To Write, Nothing Will Stop You From Writing.

Dreiser Wanted To Write The Next Great American Novel, And His Desperation Pervades [ Sister Carrie ] Like An Unsavory Pit Stain.

Life Is A God-damned, Stinking, Treacherous Game And Nine Hundred And Ninety-nine Men Out Of A Thousand Are Bastards.

The Most Futile Thing In This World Is Any Attempt, Perhaps, At Exact Definition Of Character. All Individuals Are A Bundle Of Contradictions - None More So Than The Most Capable.

It Isn't Myself That's Important In This Transaction Apparently; The Individual Doesn't Count Much In The Situation...all Of Us Are More Or Less Pawns. We're Moved About Like Chessmen By Circumstances Over Which We Have No Control.