I had the lonely child's habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued.
full of detailed descriptions and arresting similes, and also full of purple passages in which words were used partly for the sake of their own sound.
It is bound to be a failure, every book is a failure, but I do know with some clarity what kind of book I want to write.
All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery.