Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.

But real life is only one kind of life—there is also the life of the imagination.

The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

A single overstatement, wherever or however it occurs, diminishes the whole, and a carefree superlative has the power to destroy, for the reader, the object of the writer's enthusiasm.

I have always felt that the first duty of a writer was to ascend - to make flights, carrying others along if you can manage it. To do this takes courage, even a certain conceit.

Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.