The life we've been leading couldn't last forever. It's a wonder it lasted as long as it did.
I just wrote what I felt like writing since they seemed to sell.
An inch of foreknowledge is worth ten miles of after-thought.
I haven't sold to the movies. In other words, I haven't gotten any enormous checks yet.
If there were no such creatures as minstrel-maidens, it would be necessary to invent them.
I do not care to listen; obloquy injures my self-esteem and I am skeptical of praise.