If you don't know why you like a thing, it is usually worth your while to attempt to find out.

It's very hard to write about that which is always beautiful and pleasant and good. You don't get anywhere with it. There's no friction in it. There's no trouble. You have to have trouble. Somebody's got to get in trouble, or no one wants to read it.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

That was what he wanted, to be baked dry and hard, to feel the vaporous worries evaporating one by one, to know finally that all the damp little doubts and hesitations that covered the floor of his being were curling up and expiring in the great furnace-blast of the sun.

It was one of the charms of the International Zone that you could get anything you wanted if you paid for it. Do anything, too, for that matter; - there were no incorruptibles. It was only a question of price.

The soul is the weariest part of the body.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.