What happens if you drop all the things that make you I?

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.

If I had to choose between life in the Soviet Union and life in the U. S. A. , I would certainly choose the Soviet Union.

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

You cannot control what you love--you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead.