“Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.”
“I've gotten into this nasty habit of running away from love, but maybe one day I can find the exception to that.”
“I got nasty habits; I take tea at three.”
“Literature takes a habit of mind that has disappeared. It requires silence, some form of isolation, and sustained concentration in the presence of an enigmatic thing.”
“A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.”
“Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.”