Most publishers, like most writers, are ruined by their successes.
An artist's saddest secrets are those that have to do with his artistry.
The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska.
[Dawn] is always such a forgiving time. When that first cold, bright streak comes over the water, it's as if all our sins were pardoned; as if the sky leaned over the earth and kissed it and gave it absolution.
Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?