Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

If we could learn even a little to like ourselves, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.

When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.

I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.

Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down.

... you must not expect to find that people understand what they do.