... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.
The wild begins where you least expect it, one step off your normal course
Writing is a mode of being. If I write I live.
You see in others who you are.
Overnight business could go down enough to hurt; yet as a rule it slowly recovered-sometimes it seemed to take forever-went up, not high enough to be really up, only not down.
It's one thing for a man not to know, not to have learned; it's another not to be able to live by what one does know.