Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

I love her too, but our neuroses just don't match.

Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! - Abigail

Don't take it on yourself. Forget now. Live.

Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.

I know that my works are a credit to this nation and I dare say they will endure longer than the McCarran Act.

I would be twenty before I learned how to be fifteen, thirty before I knew what it meant to be twenty, and now at seventy-two I have to stop myself from thinking like a man of fifty who has plenty of time ahead.