My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

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.

Everything in life is writable.

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.

I think that as far as language goes I'm an American, I'm afraid, my accent is American, my way of talk is an American way of talk, I'm an old-fashioned American. That's probably one of the reasons why I'm in England now and why I'll always stay in England.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.