terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

Hemingway and Saroyan had the line, the magic of it. The problem was that Hemingway didn't know how to laugh and Saroyan was filled with sugar.

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.