“There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.”
“I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.”
“You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.”
“I carry the bars within me.”
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
“The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.”