First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.

In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.

The rich are different from us.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.