Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

The victor belongs to the spoils.

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning.

I'm restless. My whole generation is restless. I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer. Even if I had no talents I'd not be content to work ten years, condemned either to celibacy or a furtive indulgence, to give some man's son an automobile.

There are no second acts in American lives.

Happiness is the relief after extreme tension