The trouble is that thinking looks like loafing. Who wants to pay people for daydreaming?

You cannot write well or much (and I venture the opinion that you cannot write well unless you write much) unless you form a habit.

In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.

She was a fool and he knew it and because he loved her it had made no difference.

It has amazed me that the most incongruous traits should exist in the same person and, for all that, yield a plausible harmony.

Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither.

We Americans... like change. It is at once our weakness and our strength.