Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
Every day is a new day with me. All holds are off. All contracts are forgotten.
I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
Technically I feel total fluidity in writing. I feel there's nothing technically that I can't do the way a certain sort of pianist feels that. But that doesn't mean it comes easily. It doesn't.