It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head.

The ignorant are afraid to betray surprise or admiration...they think it ill manners.

Of course, no man is entirely in his right mind at any time.

There are some books that refuse to be written. They stand their ground year after year and will not be persuaded. It isn't because the book is not there and worth being written -- it is only because the right form of the story does not present itself. There is only one right form for a story and if you fail to find that form the story will not tell itself.

When angry, count to a hundred.

I bring you this stately matron named Christendom, returning bedraggled, besmirched, and dishonored from pirate raids in Kiao-Chow, Manchuria, South Africa, and the Phillipines, with her soul full of meanness, her pocket full of boodle, and her mouth full of pious hypocrisies. Give her soap and a towel, but hide the looking-glass.

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt.