The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene.

Wonder. Go on and wonder.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

Caddy smelled like trees.

I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.

The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true.