Nothing puts things in perspective as quickly as a mountain.

There were people whose only interest in life was writing letters. To the newspapers, to authors, to strangers, to City Councils, to the police. It did not much matter to whom; the satisfaction of writing seemed to be all.

I expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.

Most people's first books are their best anyways. It's the one they wanted most to write.

Lack of education is an extraordinary handicap when one is being offensive.

The worst of pushing horrible things down into one's subconscious is that when they pop up again they are as fresh as if they had been in a refrigerator. You haven't allowed time to get at them to-to mould them over a little.

Weak people can be very stubborn.