A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists, all powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death.

Everyone my age had written a novel and I was still having difficulty writing a paragraph.

The ocean is worth writing about just as man is.

I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be

Don't you like to write letters? I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something.

Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.