The simple truth of things is that bad dreams are far better than bad wakings.
Mornings belong to whatever is new; the current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters.
An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.
When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.
I have the world's best job. I get paid to hang out in my imagination all day.
You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.