I have always taken the view that one should never hold against a man anything he says after twelve o'clock at night or after a glass or two of anything.

As a writer, you have to realize that people want to like the characters, so you have to be careful to keep them involved.

Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.

It's a different sort of love taht puts up with illness. Old love.

At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

Dogs are in on our human silliness; lions are not.