I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind -- and that of the minds who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town.

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.

Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.

If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.

I do not rewrite unless I am absolutely sure that I can express the material better if I do rewrite it.

When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar.

I'm inclined to think that a military background wouldn't hurt anyone.