It’s not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul. The Seagull (1896)
Do you remember you shot a seagull? A man came by chance, saw it and destroyed it, just to pass the time. The Seagull (1896)
I try to catch every sentence, every word you and I say, and quickly lock all these sentences and words away in my literary storehouse because they might come in handy. The Seagull (1896)
I should think that for one who has tasted the joys of creation, no other pleasure could exist. The Seagull (1896)