I was made at right angles to the world and I see it so. I can only see it so.

Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.

And as to experience-well, think how little some good poets have had, or how much some bad ones have.

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

I HATED the Salinger story. It took me days to go through it, gingerly, a page at a time, and blushing with embarrassment for him every ridiculous sentence of the way. How can they let him do it?