Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.

You never know how you'll turn out till you've been down to half a dollar and no prospects.

I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.

I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark

The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory.

The place for truth is not in the facts of a novel; it is in the feelings.