I’m never going to own anything can hurt me.
It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and...
It is a wise writer who knows his own subconcious. And not only knows it but lets it speak of the world as it and it alone has sensed it and shaped it to its own truth.
It flourished on the air softly in vapors of cobalt light, whispering and sighing.
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away.
In the morning he would not have needed sleep, for all the warm odors and sights of a complete country night would have rested and slept him while his eyes were wide and his mouth, when he thought to...
In most cases I don’t even know the metaphors lay waiting to be printed off my retina.
In ballet, any dancer who asks himself what step comes next must freeze. Any man who takes a sex manual to bed with him invites frigidity. Dancing, sex, writing a novel--all are a living process, quic...
If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.
If you have moved over vast territories and dared to love silly things, you will have learned even from the most primitive items collected and put aside in your life.
If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. But then you’d leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you’d have a devil of a time thinking up...
If this goes on . . . fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that one thing, became bigger, bec...
If anything is taught here, it is simply the charting of the life of someone who started out to somewhere—and went. I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was...
I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.
I'd like to know what a place is when I'm . I'd like to be .
I don’t know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we’re not happy. Something’s missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I’d burned in ten or twelve yea...
I don't belong with you. I've been an idiot all the way
He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with
He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did.
He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking