Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.

Life breaks us all but in the end we are stronger in the broken places.

A writer is like a gypsy. He owes no allegiance to any government. If he is a good writer he will never like any government he lives under. His hand should be against it and its hand will always be against him.

If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.

Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.

The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves.

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.