I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday.

I'm all done with hating you. It's all washed out of me. I hate people hard, but I don't hate them very long.

But nothing seems to do any good.

The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.

Any man who can write a page of living prose adds something to our life, and the man who can, as I can, is surely the last to resent someone who can do it even better. An artist cannot deny art, nor would he want to. A lover cannot deny love.

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.

He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.