I am humbly aware that the bulk of my writing is only journalism in book form. It is certainly not literature. This consciousness tames my vanity and mocks the hopes which I nurtured in youth of becoming a creative artist. And yet I know that I was not built for journalism. Its never-ending haste and its intrusions upon the affairs or privacy of other people are repugnant to my taste and repulsive to my temperament. And I know, too, that few journalists have dealt with such unworldly themes or written for such aspiring readers as I have.
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 6: The Profane and The Profound > # 214