the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.

The two basic stories of all times are Cinderella and Jack the Giant Killer-the charm of women and the courage of men.

Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.

He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The gates were closed, the sun was down, and there was no beauty left but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of youth, of illusion, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished.

I talk with the authority of failure - Ernest with the authority of success. We could never sit across the same table again.