Life is the best left hooker I ever saw, although some say it was Charlie White of Chicago

The only decent bone in her body was mine.

Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.

Live it up so you can write it down.

Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved.