If you own a rug you own too much.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they've been doing they weren't sure it was right - lambies all over the world.

Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.