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.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.

We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's science, the most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen, may live to see him fat, slow, old, and bald taking a beating from a younger man. But I would like to hazard a prediction that whoever beats Joe Louis in an honest fight in the next fifteen years will have to get up the floor to do it.

Sometimes you know the story. Sometimes you make it up as you go along and have no idea how it will come out.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of,and you welcome them and resent the new things

One battle doesn't make a campagin, but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole war.

The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.