The more I write the less substance do I see in my work, ... It is tolerably awful. And I face it, I face it but the fright is growing on me. My fortitude is shaken by the view of the monster. It does not move; its eyes are baleful; it is as still as death itself - and it will devour me. Its stare has eaten into my soul already deep, deep.

What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.

She strode like a grenadier, was strong and upright like an obelisk, had a beautiful face, a candid brow, pure eyes, and not a thought of her own in her head.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

The idea for each of the stories in this book came in a moment of belief and was written in a burst of faith, happiness, and optimism. Those positive feelings …

We always had a vision, but we weren't sure if it would translate or just come off as pretentious, we were playing basements, and Gerard would be like straight…

I love writing but I hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says. ' You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, g…