I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.

Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

Eternity is a ham and two people.

Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.

If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me.