I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones.

Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.

I have not much faith in women in fiction.... Women are so horribly subjective and they have such scorn for the healthy commonplace. When a woman writes a story of adventure, a stout sea tale, a manly battle yarn, anything without wine, women, and love, then I will begin to hope for something great from them, not before.