It is my rather subversive opinion that a writer's feelings of anonymity-obscurity are the second most valuable property on loan to him during his working years.

Oh, I don’t know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don’t know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all.

Let's just try to have a marvelous time this weekend. I mean not try to analyze everything to death for once, if possible. Especially me. I love you.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.

How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?

She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.