"’From now on—no thought whatever about yourself, only about your work. You don’t exist. You are only a writing engine. The secret of life: You must be nothing but will. Know what you want and do it. Know what you are doing and why you are doing it. . . . All will and all control. Send everything else to hell!’ She had sworn to herself in her diary in 1929. Since then not a single day had passed without some progress. Via short stories and treatments, she felt her way around the great literary forms—drama, script, novel—in what was still a foreign language to her." (On Hannah Arendt by Wolfram Eilenberger and Shaun Whiteside, The Visionaries)