Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.

It is not enough for a story to flow. It has to kind of trickle and glint as it crosses over the stones of the bare facts.

We are most alive when we're in love.

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

...but with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it will be the grave itself.