One of us is obviously mistaken.

Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend, and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

I was never interested in the obvious, or in the details one takes for granted, and everybody seemed to be addicted to the obvious, being astonished by it, and forever harping about the details which I had long ago weighted, measured, and discarded a

We're going to start doing this more regularly, ... I could be mistaken, but that's got to be one of the all-time highs. I'm pretty sure it's the highest we've ever had.

The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.