I always try to avoid looking at the section where my books would be shelved, but I do know that my most reliable neighbor to the right is Kate Chopin's 'The Awakening', which is dispiriting. That's a book I don't want to re-read.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

I love you. Good-by--because I love you.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

I've never written a book with an outline or a predetermined theme. It's only in retrospect that themes or subjects become identifiable. That's the fun of it: discovering what's next. I'm often surprised by plot developments I would not have dreamed of starting out, but that, in the course of the writing, come to seem inevitable.