Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.

A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!

timeliness is an enemy to art.

All people who made it at one time thought they could never make it.

Why didn't kill me it never made me stronger at all.

I told the students that whatever they did in class was for the wastebasket.

The secret of happiness is simply this... your happiness does NOT depend on getting what you want.

Most child actors go through that. Unless you can transition into an adult star, your career is over.

I just want to be a better actor. You can always get better.

It seemed funny that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.

For me, good description usually consists of a few well-chosen details that will stand for everything else.

I really wish there had been a way to phrase this as 'A thunder of worms.' Because I like that phrase. That's a phrase with soul. Worm thunder on the horizon, all is right with the cosmos.

Football was what I was good at, and it was what I loved.