People a thousand years from now - this is the way we were in the provinces north of New York at the beginning of the 20th century. This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marrying and in our living and in our living and in our dying.

I not only bow to the inevitable; I am fortified by it.

Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.

An incinerator is a writer's best friend.

We do not choose the day of our birth nor may we choose the day of our death, yet choice is the sovereign faculty of the mind.

The future author is one who discovers that language, the exploration and manipulation of the resources of language, will serve him in winning through to his way.

Being employed is like being loved: you know that somebody's thinking about you the whole time.