Revision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.

The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud. There is no life that can be recaptured wholly; as it was.Which is to say that all biography is ultimately fiction.

(Clothes) cannot change a man's nature. He's either kind or he isn't, with or without clothes.

... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.

... it's possible to let love fly by like a cloud in a windy sky if one is too timid, or perhaps unable to believe he is entitled to good fortune.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.