“She saw hopelessness as an old enemy, as persistent and inevitable as death.”

“I'm a lousy writer; a helluva lot of people have got lousy taste.”

“If I'm a lousy writer, then an awful lot of people have lousy taste.”

“There can be neither beauty, nor trust, nor security between a man and a woman if there is not truth.”

“Indian summer is like a woman.”

“The public loves to create a hero....Sometimes I think they do it for the sheer joy of knocking him down from the highest peak. Like a child who builds a house of blocks and then destroys it with one vicious kick.”

“So I shall practice sorrow in my love,stand in thin sun from old windows and grieve:inevitability of the grave,monotony of death, partitioned lives.”