One must never judge the writer by the man; but one may fairly judge the man by the writer.

Old age is an excellent time for outrage. My goal is to say or do at least one outrageous thing every week.

She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.

The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.

We are neurotically haunted today by the imminence, and by the ignominy, of failure. We know at how frightening a cost one succeeds: to fail is something too awful to think about.

Once you have money, you can quite truthfully affirm that money isn't everything.

There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.

It is the gossip columnist's business to write about what is none of his business.

True individualists tend to be quite unobservant; it is the snob, the would be sophisticate, the frightened conformist, who keeps a fascinated or worried eye on what is in the wind.

One of the misfortunes of our time is that in getting rid of false shame, we have killed off so much real shame as well.

Individualism is rather like innocence: There must be something unconscious about it.

Life is not a matter for simple optimism--for there is evil

Be careful not to give your child the impression that you love her perfect, performing parts more than you do her mediocre, stumbling parts.

Treat each other with respect, even if other people can only look at the colour of your eyes.

Work hard to play harder.

One small hand lifted to the shower head and he stilled. He’d yet to see her skin

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks.I don't want to lose him, another part argues.I don't know which part to believe.

I'm interested in someone who's mired in grief: how do you get back to that thing that makes them warm? Because you know that's in there.

You will win with either color if you are the better player, but it takes longer with Black.

Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.

I wouldn't change anything 'cause I love my life