What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.

Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?

Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be, and you're happy again, then you'll have given up. Do you understand? And you can't give up, I won't let you.

He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

Teaching writing is a hustle.