Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.

Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.

I hated Hemingway. I liked Faulkner but he was a bore.

I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows.

Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.