I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

Now I am depressed myself,' I said. 'That's why I never think about these things. I never think and yet when I begin to talk I say the things I have found out in my mind without thinking.

The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.