I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.

The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.

New York is part of the natural world. I love the city, I love the country, and for the same reasons. The city is part of the country. When I had an apartment on East Forty-Eighth Street, my backyard during the migratory season yielded more birds than I ever saw in Maine.

The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.

When snow accumulates week after week, month after month, it works curious miracles.

The H-bomb rather favors small nations that doesn't as yet possess it; they feel slightly more free to jostle other nations, having discovered that a country can stick its tongue out quite far these days without provoking war, so horrible are war's consequences.

Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.