There is probably no moment more appalling than that in which the tongue comes suddenly upon the ragged edge of a space from which the old familiar filling has disappeared.

It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.

Streets flooded. Please advise.

After an author has been dead for some time, it becomes increasingly difficult for his publishers to get out a new book by him each year.

At fifteen one is first beginning to realize that everything isn't money and power in this world, and is casting about for joys that do not turn to dross in one's hands.

Even nowadays a man can't step up and kill a woman without feeling just a bit unchivalrous.

There are two ways to travel, first class or with children.