You can’t blame a writer for what the characters say.
Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.
Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
It’s better to look at the sky than live there.
The wind is us – it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
Nancy clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that is the definition of a lady.
Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.
Well, I’m about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.
I’ll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.
Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.
And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.
Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.
But it’s Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.
I can see every monster as they come in.
I like to talk on TV about those things that aren’t worth writing about.
That’s not writing, that’s typing.
Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity.
Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can’t have too many friends because then you’re just not really friends.