Not the why but the what.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.

Later he had seen the things that he could never think of and later still he had seen much worse.

A cat has absolute honesty.

You write a book like that you're fond of over the years, then you see that happen to it, it's like pissing in your father's beer.

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.

Do you know how an ugly woman feels? Do you know what it is to be ugly all your life and inside to feel that you are beautiful? It is very rare.