Not the why but the what.

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best - make it all up - but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it underwater for every part that shows.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him.