You are either born a writer or you are not.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now

It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.

In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was.

Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all.

I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I've knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.