My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.