We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.

Don't you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

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

Paris is so very beautiful that it satisfies something in you that is always hungry in America.

You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.

The only kind of writing is rewriting.