“Everything I've done today could have been done by a bear. The long seasoned sleep. The lumbering out of bed. Tearing at a hard roll dipped in honey. And then sprawling lazily in the grass when the sun hit.”
“Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?”
“Everything I've ever done was out of fear of being mediocre.”
“I'm a musician. I write songs. I just hope when the day is done I've been able to tear a little corner off of the darkness.”
“If you could do such a thing as that-and I don't mean lying with a woman, I mean doing it and lying to me about it-then everything I've done and everything I've been-my whole life-has been a lie. And I am not prepared to admit such a thing.”
“Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it.”