Many universities have asked me to come for a semester but I don't want to do it because I don't have the patience.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

I will say only that all a writer has to work with is the material he has gathered as the result of his own endeavor and observations, and he cannot be denied the right to use it. Condemn, but not deny.

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

I think the only person a writer has an obligation to is himself. If what I write doesn't fulfill something in me, if I don't honestly feel it's the best I can do, then I'm miserable.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

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.