Es ist sehr leicht den Regen zu ignorieren, wenn man einen Regenmantel hat.
It is easy to ignore the rain if you have a raincoat.
The compulsively superstitious person is also very often a serious believer in fate; that was the case with Perry.
Very few authors, especially the unpublished, can resist an invitation to read aloud.
Nobody likes naughtiness.
Happiness leaves such slender records; it is the dark days that are so voluminously documented.
They’ve had the old clap-yo’-hands so many times it amounts to applause.
Miss Langman was often, in interviews, described as a witty conversationalist; how can a woman be witty when she hasn’t a sense of humor? – and she has none, which was her central flaw as a person and as an artist.
The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty buckets of trailing fern which were strung round the porch like party lanterns appeared illuminated by a faint green inward flame.
And unless one can observe the guilt and regret of the mourners, surely there is nothing satisfactory about being dead?
My acquaintances are many, my friends are few; those who really know me fewer still.
Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
The crime was a psychological accident, virtually an impersonal act; the victims might as well have been killed by lightning.
That’s not bad. I can’t get excited by a man until he’s forty-two.
We just sort of of took up by the river one day, we don’t belong to each other : he’s an independent, and so am I. I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it’s like.
I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.
I don’t care what anybody says about me as long as it isn’t true.
Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.