My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.

We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game.

I was the only person in the world who thought it was a military duty to appear to be in a good mood.

My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell.

I've never cackled with laughter at a single line I've ever written. None of it has given me pleasure.