Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.