The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn't act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself.

There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.

Don't bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.

The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.

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