And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.

In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.

I am beginning to respect the apathetic days. Perhaps they're a necessary pause: better to give in to them than to fight them at your desk hopelessly; then you lose both the day and your self-respect. Treat them as physical phenomena -- casually -- and obey them.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.

... writing letters is thinking, just as talking to you is thinking.

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.