We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.
Hesitation increases in relation to risk in equal proportion to age.
Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.
I’m tired of everybody. Please forgive me.
I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together.
You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.
Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?
They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure.
But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.
You cannot stop trusting people in life but I have learned to be a little bit careful. The way to make people trust-worthy is to trust them.
Isn’t it pretty to think so.
An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.
Let him think that I am more man than I am and I will be so.
No one ever stopped when they were winning.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
Eschew the monumental. Shun the Epic. All the guys who can paint great big pictures can paint great small ones.
For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.
There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.
What is moral is what you feel good after.