In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.

He believed that he must, that he could and would recover the good things, the happy things, the easy tranquil things of life. He had made mistakes, but he could overlook these. He had been a fool, but that could be forgiven. The time wasted--must be relinquished. What else could one do about it? Things were too complex, but they might be reduced to simplicity again. Recovery was possible.

The body, she says, is subject to the force of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure.

There is only one way to defeat the enemy, and that is to write as well as one can. The best argument is an undeniably good book.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.

One way or another the no doubt mad idea entered my mind that my own actions had historic importance and this fantasy (?) made it appear that people who harmed me were interfering with an important experiment.

Unfortunately for the betterment of mankind it is not always the fair-minded who are in the right.