Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

But death we are, and death we've always been.

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.

Phil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of "redeeming everything that ever happens to them.

You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.