Never mistake motion for action.

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.

She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.

Isn't it pretty to think so.

A writer's problem does not change. He himself changes and the world he lives in changes but his problem remains the same. It is always how to write truly and having found what is true, to project it is such a way that it becomes a part of the experience of the person who reads it.

We wait always for something that does not come.

How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.