Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane... There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions.

Murder your darlings.

So there was not an "I" anymore - not a basis on which I could organize my self-respect - save my limitless capacity for toil that it seemed I possessed no more.