You love a lot of things if you live around them, but there isn't any woman and there isn't any horse, nor any before nor any after, that is as lovely as a great airplane.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

Real seriousness in regard to writing being one of the two absolute necessities. The other, unfortunately, is talent.

You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.

I am like a blind pig when I work.

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.