Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

Never befuddle a solitary thrashing with a last annihilation.

I'm not much like myself any more.

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

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.