Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.

Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.

Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?