Though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

I imagine as long as people will continue to read novels, people will continue to write them, or vice versa; unless of course the pictorial magazines and comic strips finally atrophy man's capacity to read, and literature really is on its way back to the picture writing in the Neanderthal cave.

A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.