I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.