The things I like to find in a story are punch and poetry.
Celibacy bestows on a man the qualified freedom of a besieged city where one sometimes has to eat rats.
There is only one admirable form of the imagination: the imagination that is so intense that it creates a new reality, that it makes things happen.
Pessimists are usually kind. The gay, bubbling over, have no time for the pitiful.
Stories, like whiskey, must be allowed to mature in the cask.
I have always felt that everybody on earth goes about in disguise.