The rich get richer and the poor get - children.

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

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

When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

...their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after a short separation. They are drawing a relaxation from each other's presence, a new serenity.

He felt married to her, that was all.

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.