Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

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

Fearful and unprepared, we have assumed lordship over the life or death of the whole world, of all living things.

[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.

I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

Only through immitation do we develop toward originality.

I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.