A writer's temperament is continually making him do things he can never repair.

A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Your first most typical figure in any new place turns out to be a bluff or a local nuisance.

Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.

The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.