The world is wider in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain and Lazarus.

The courage of children and beasts is a function of innocence.

Unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such a thing as beauty, a grace wholly gratuitous.

The more you read, the more you will write. The better the stuff you read, the better the stuff you will write.

For writing a first draft requires from the writer a peculiar internal state which ordinary life does not induce. ... how to set yourself spinning?

Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.