But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me…

Don't be ridiculous, please.'The most insulting words in the world!

We always hate people who surprise our secrets…

Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?

…hate's got to be a disease with me.

Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

Books were a safe place, a world apart from my own. No matter what had happened that day, that year, there was always a story in which someone overcame their darkest hour. I wasn't alone.

Jack looked around for understanding, but found only respect.

When you've only got two choices, and you don't like either of them, make a third choice.

The idea of doing stand-up is terrifying to me.

The marketplace obliges men, whether they will or not, in pursuing their own selfish interests, to connect the general good with their own individual success.

You don't want money to make you a social freak where you can only hang out with rich people.

Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them.

The problem with memory is that is changes whatever it touches. It is never that accurate. As a result, I end up modifying and revising my own experiences. It's myth making.

I met Claxton on the set of The Cincinnati Kid.

Every good writer has much idiom; it is the life and spirit of language.