I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.

Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.