I wanted to use what I was, to be what I was born to be - not to have a 'career', but to be that straightforward obvious unmistakable animal, a writer.

Traveling is seeing; it is the implicit that we travel by.

The trouble with happiness is that it never notices itself.

In saying what is obvious, never choose cunning. Yelling works better.

Bohemia and all its works are vanished out of America; or, more exactly, bohemia has migrated to the middle class, and is alive and well in condo and suburb.

The imagination is a species of knowledge, knowledge that can take the form of discovery.

In books, as in life, there are no second chances. On second thought: its the next work, still to be written, that offers the second chance.