All thinking men are atheists.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad.

I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.

Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.

I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.

it is all very well for you to write simply and the simpler the better. But do not start to think so damned simply. Know how complicated it is and then state it simply.