Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.

You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.

There are worse places to be than on your own.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.

All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.

In order to be a great writer a person must have a built-in, shockproof crap detector.

I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.