Occupation: Novelist Birth: January 28, 1873 Death: August 3, 1954
There are no ordinary cats..
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike..
Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, withou….
You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly..