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.

I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.

And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the thing to praise and I am very happy with it.

Show the readers everything, tell them nothing.

You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.

I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy.