[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

I really don't know enough about the structure of fiction.

I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

I'm not in the least Southern; I'm entirely New England.

I always hankered to be a composer - I was mad about music, though I never studied seriously, and can't read a note. But I learned to play the piano and became pretty skillful at improvisation, especially after a drop or two.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.