The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.

I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.

As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.

To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.

If all your clothes are worn to the same state, it means you go out too much.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.

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