“A day without writing was a little death.”
“Write a little every day, without hope, without despair.”
“I am living my death, little by little, each day.”
“Is the sunrise superior just because it goes before the sunset with a day and sunset goes before the sunrise with a night? Could there be day without night and sunrise without sunset, life without death?”
“For a week or a fortnight I can write prodigiously in a retired place (as at Broadstairs), and a day in London sets me up again and starts me. But the toil and labour of writing, day after day, without that magic lantern, is IMMENSE!!... My figures seem disposed to stagnate without crowds about them.”
“One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.”