The only kind of writing is rewriting.

I do not think I had ever seen a nastier-looking man. Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of,and you welcome them and resent the new things

But did thee feel the earth move?

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.

To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.