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.

[Man] is the only animal who lives outside of himself, whose drive is in external things—property, houses, money, concepts of power. He lives in his cities and his factories, in his business and job and art. But having projected himself into these external complexities, he is them. His house, his automobile are a part of him and a large part of him. This is beautifully demonstrated by a thing doctors know—that when a man loses his possessions a very common result is sexual impotence.

Best thing is to get the words down every day. And it is time to start now.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

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.

It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.

Poetry is the mathematics of writing and closely kin to music.