Having burned my ship, I plunged into writing.

I am afraid I always was an extremist.

Early and late I was at it--writing, typing, studying grammar, studying writing and all the forms of writing, and studying the writers who succeeded in order to find out how they succeeded.

I managed on five hours' sleep in the twenty-four, and came pretty close to working the nineteen waking hours left to me.

My light burned till two and three in the morning, which led a good neighbour woman into a bit of sentimental Sherlock-Holmes deduction.