Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.
Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.
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."
When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous.
We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.
When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.