A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers.

When a man says he does not want to speak of something he usually means he can think of nothing else.

There's a capacity for appetite... that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

Only through immitation do we develop toward originality.

A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a town has a whole emotion. How news travels through a town is a mystery not easily to be solved. News seems to move faster than small boys can scramble and dart to tell it, faster than women can call it over the fences.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?