Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find.

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

...and you don't even have to sleep alone, you don't even have to sleep at all; and so, all you have to do is show the stick to the dog now and then and say, 'Thank God for nothing.'

I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it.

She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.