Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

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

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

I think you know that when an American stays away from New York too long something happens to him. Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.