Oh, the strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!

He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.

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.

We have never understood why men mount the heads of animals and hang them up to look down on their conquerers. Possibly it feels good to these men to feel superior to animals, but does it not seem that if they were sure of it they would not have to prove it? Often a man who is afraid must constantly demonstrate his courage and, in the case of the hunter, must keep a tangible record of his courage.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

People like you to be something, preferably what they are.

The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.