You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

Some people, when they hear an echo, think they originated the sound.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.

Let him think is I am more man than I am and I will be so.