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

I am a true adorer of life, and if I can't reach as high as the face of it, I plant my kiss somewhere lower down. Those who understand will require no further explanation.

I have begun in old age to understand...that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others.

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.

The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.

I am deeply moved when I write. I get turned on by it. I've never used any drugs for stimulation. I don't use words loosely. When I'm working and the right word comes, there is an answering resonance within me. There is also a hardness of intention that goes with it. There is no idleness in it.

A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life.