But he does look stupid.' Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule and someday I'll try to get around to it.

Personally, I rather think that if you're not creative you've got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you've got a double problem.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.

I despise people who can't control themselves.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.