Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

I had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton woool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from their manhood into a kind of spiritual and physical semi-invalidism. In this they are encouraged by wives and relatives, and it's such a sweet trap.

Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

Maybe-- maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure-- never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?