Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

Never confuse activity with action.

Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

He's a bootlegger....One time he killed a man who found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.