This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.

Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.

The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.

And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.

I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.