Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

You'll lose it, if you talk about it

I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

I'm not advocating the strenuous life for everyone or trying to say it's the choice form of life. Anyone who's had the luck or misfortune to be an athlete has to keep his body in shape. The body and mind are closely coordinated. Fattening of the body can lead to fattening of the mind. I would be tempted to say that it can lead to fattening of the soul, but I don't know anything about the soul.

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

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