... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.
Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.
Theories have nothing to do with life.
I ain't never seen no head so level that it could bear the lettin' in of politics.
My first reading of Tolstoy affected me as a revelation from heaven, as the trumpet of the judgment. What he made me feel was notthe desire to imitate, but the conviction that imitation was futile.
The surest way of winning love is to look as if you didn't need it.