Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons.

It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write.

There are two insults which no human being will endure: The assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble.

Every compulsion is put upon writers to become safe, polite, obedient, and sterile. In protest, I declined election to the National Institute of Arts and Letters some years ago, and now I must decline the Pulitzer Prize.

Most troubles are unnecessary. We have Nature beaten; we can make her grow wheat; we can keep warm when she sends blizzards. So we raise the devil just for pleasure--wars, politics, race-hatreds, labor-disputes.

She was snatched back from a dream of far countries, and found herself on Main Street.