Altogether beautiful in the power of its feeling. As beautiful as anything in Thoreau or Hemingway.

I had to admit that in his old-fashioned way O'Hara was still romantic about sex; like Scott Fitzgerald, he thought of it as an upper-class prerogative.

Walking I am unbound, and find that precious unity of life and imagination, that silent outgoing self, which is so easy to loose, but which a high moments seems to start up again from the deepest rhythms of my own body. How often have I had this longing for an infinite walk - of going unimpeded, until the movement of my body as I walk fell into the flight of streets under my feet - until I in my body and the world in its skin of earth were blended into a single act of knowing.

We never know how much has been missing from our lives until a true writer comes along.

The writer writes in order to teach himself, to understand himself, to satisfy himself; the publishing of his ideas, though it brings gratification, is a curious anticlimax.

When a writer talks about his work, he's talking about a love affair.

If we practiced medicine like we practice education, wed look for the liver on the right side and left side in alternate years.