The shovel is the brother to the gun.

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.