How easy life is when it's easy, and how hard when it's hard.

I came to New York and in only hours, New York did what it does to people: awakened the possibilities. Hope breaks out.

--nor had I understood til then how the shameless vanity of utter fools can so strongly determine the fate of others

I was a biography in constant motion, memory to the marrow of my bones.

Too late, but I understand. That we don't perish of understanding everything too late, that is a miracle. But we do perish of that -- of just that.

As for himself, however hateful life was, it was hateful in a home and not in the gutter. Many Americans hated their homes. The number of homeless in America couldn't touch the number of Americans who had homes and families and hated the whole thing.

We live in an age in which the imagination of the novelist is helpless against what he knows he is going to read in tomorrow's newspaper.