He remembered poor Julian [actually F. Scott Fitzgerald] and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how someone had said to Julian, "Yes, they have more money."
All I know is that young boys sleep late and hard.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Worry destroys the ability to write.
Hunger is good discipline.
Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?