Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

"What are you going to do?" "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink."

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.