You never oughta drink water when it ain't runnin'.

We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

Man has become our greatest hazard, and our only hope.

A man on a horse is spiritually, as well as physically, bigger then a man on foot.

Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully.

The basic rule [of writing] given us was simple and heartbreaking. A story to be effective had to convey something from the writer to the reader, and the power of its offering was the measure of its excellence. Outside of that, there were no rules.