When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

Imagination? It is the one thing beside honesty that a good writer must have. The more he learns from experience the more he can imagine.

When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.

No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

Always stop for the day while you still know what will happen next.

The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.