You wouldn't believe it. It's like a wonderful nightmare.'Sure,' I said. 'I'd believe anything. Including nightmares.' 'What's the matter? Feel low?'Low as hell.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Trying to write something of permanent value is a full-time job.

Mice: What is the best early training for a writer?Y.C.: An unhappy childhood.

Besides, I'm not jealous. I'm just so in love with you that there isn't anything else.

I knew how severe I had been and how bad things had been. The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one who poverty bothers.