Christmas is sights, especially the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of a child.

The best that can be said for anybody is probably that you misunderstood him favorably.

All of the sudden," he said, "I feel different-- not like I ever felt before. Even when Papa died I didn't feel this way. In two days everything is changed. I'm lonely and I don't now what I'm lonely for

Every man is correct in asking God why he is stuck with himself, and his rotten luck.

I took to writing at an early age to escape from meaninglessness, uselessness, unimportance, insignificance, poverty, enslavement, ill health, despair, madness, and all manner of other unattractive, natural and inevitable things.

We didn't say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.