You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

When a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he'll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.