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.

People who write fiction, if they had not taken it up, might have become very successful liars.

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

If you had stars inside your brain cells, you'd probably understand what I am talking about.

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.