She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.
William SaroyanI don't have a name and I don't have a plot. I have the typewriter and I have white paper and I have me, and that should add up to a novel.
William SaroyanThe basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.
William SaroyanSeek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding place and let it be free and unashamed.
William Saroyan