It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

No day is safe from news of you.

I must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

I find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry.