I always promptly answered it.

To any one but me her letters would have proved interesting reading.

It was not for what she wrote that I cared, it was the mere fact that she wrote.

A man cannot find much pleasure in letters which begin with "Dear friend," and end with "Yours sincerely," when they come from the woman he loves.
In the preceding autumn I completed my first novel.

I carried it around to publishers till I grew to hate it as one hates a Nemesis, and when finally I did place it, it was with a publisher who had just started in business and was necessarily obscure.