The dreams are the skeleton of all reality.

There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.

One alters the past to form the future but there is a real significance to the pattern which finally appears, which resists all further change.

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

They lay silently. She was staring at something across the room. She was making him feel uncomfortable. 'It wouldn't work. It's the attraction of opposites,' he said. We're not opposites.' I don't mean just you and me. Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave.

Normally, what you’re envious of is a book, not a writer: standards, ideas, levels … almost nonexistent things.

But that isn't my life. I have said many times I don't want to be considered one who once flew fighters. That's not who I am. I devoted the subsequent 50 years - more - to writing.