Let the past abolish the past when -- and if -- it can substitute something better.

Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses?

It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between.

The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.

Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything really good.

Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.

Pointless. . . . Like giving caviar to an elephant.