A man and woman in search of something are always blown apart, but it's the same wind that blows them.

The short story is the art form that deals with the individual when there is no longer a society to absorb him, and when he is compelled to exist, as it were, by his own inner light.

I was a great believer in hot buttered toast at all hours of the day.

No man is ever as anti-feminist as a really feminine woman.

I cant write about something I dont admire. It goes back to the old concept of the celebration: you celebrate the hero, an idea.

Even if there were only two men left in the world and both of them saints they wouldn't be happy. One them would be bound to try and improve the other. That is the nature of things.

I suppose we all have our little hiding-hole if the truth was known, but as small as it is, the whole world is in it, and bit by bit grows on us again till the day You find us out.

a grin that wasn't natural, and that combined in a strange way affection and arrogance, the arrogance of the idealist who doesn't realize how easily he can be fooled.

The short story is the art form that deals with the individual when there is no longer a society to absorb him and when he is compelled to exist as it were by his own inner light.

No man is as anti-feminist as a really feminine woman.

If you keep doing what you have always done, your life will never change. Change your routine.

By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, at the end, was in splinters.

Truth is a fact we fall in love with

I had very good eyes once. Though it's another thing to say what I saw. In my experience, it is entirely possible to watch something happen and not to see it at all.

Bambi, to a kid, was scary.

In blues, classical and jazz, you get more revered with age.

You never cared enough to be Black

When I tried to grasp at either what I love or what I hate, I destroyed the very ability of being able to really penetrate the essence of either. By trying to understand it, I would just crush it.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

Only the person who risks is truly free. A man's conquest of himself dwarfs the conquest of Mt. Everest.