If you have to do it, you can do it.
A guitar has moonlight in it.
You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.
New York is not even a city, it's a congerie of rotten villages.
She was a little given to rehearsing things in her mind, and having imaginary triumphs over people who had upset her in one way and another.
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.