They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.
There’s no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don’t feel it at all.
Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.
He felt married to her, that was all.
I have never wished there was a God to call on- I have often wished there was a God to thank.
No matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.
Everything that begins, begins with blood.
There’s a right way of doing things and a wrong way. If you’ve made up your mind to be different from everybody else, I don’t suppose I can stop you, but I really don’t think it’s very considerate.
The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.
Never befuddle a solitary thrashing with a last annihilation.
The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
The purpose of a work of fiction is to appeal to the lingering after-effects in the reader’s mind as differing from, say, the purpose of oratory or philosophy which respectively leave people in a fighting or thoughtful mood.
Baseball is a game played by idiots for morons.
An unread book is just a block of paper.
But I always felt that I’d rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning.
Never walk near the bed; to a ghost your ankle is your most vulnerable part-once in bed, you’re safe; he may lie around under the bed all night, but you’re safe as daylight. If you still have doubts pull the blanket over your head.
A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.
Her voice sounded like money.
I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.