The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.

You make what seems a simple choice: choose a man or a job or a neighborhood- and what you have chosen is not a man or a job or a neighborhood, but a life.

The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.

Some people are always thirsting for water from other people's wells.

With enough libraries, all content is free.

Writing is so difficult that I feel that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter.

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.