There was nothing dishonourable in not being blown about by every little modern wind. Better to have worth, to entrench, to be an oak of one's own generation.
The only reward for love is the experience of loving.
Luck's just another word for destiny... either you make your own or you're screwed.
There is no such thing as a secure writer: every novel is an impossible mountain.
A good writer is an expert on nothing except himself. And on that subject, if he is wise, he holds his tongue.
Yet it's not for want of future that I'm here, he thought. It's for want of a present.