She was a blonde nearly young American woman of such dynamism that the tideless waves struggled to get farther up the beach.

The only reason people write is because they are not wonderful men.

Those dull, unmusterious city unemployables, dressed in their grey, secondhand suits.

What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn't die, it doesn't want to die.

Love is a sweet dream until the hand of reality wakes you up

You're desperate, and so am I, ' I said. 'Desperate people make stupid decisions all the time.'"P244

People were meant to be loved, Things were meant to be used, the world is in trouble for many use people, and love things. Let get it right folks.

Here's the problem: we are living in a time when the act of reading is changing. The nature of a reader's attention is changing. The capacity for deep literary engagement is changing.

Nothing can be more hopeless than to attempt to explain this similarity of pattern in members of the same class, by utility or by the doctrine of final causes.

How come, when people wear half shirts, it's always the top half?

We live in a very tense society. We are pulled apart... and we all need to learn how to pull ourselves together.... I think that at least part of the answer lies in solitude.

I'm for truth, no matter who tells it.

My experience has proved that a man who is running for office, and is not willing to make his honest opinions known to the public, either has no honest opinions or is not honest about them.