Like the waters of the river$$$ like the motorists on the highway$$$ and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks$$$ drama$$$ in the shape of exceptional happenings$$$ had never stopped there.

Would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse? A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.

We are standing on a whale fishing forminnows.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

See how our works lie under the curse of the law$$$ if they are tested by the standard of the law.

This was why sudden death was so feared: it did not give you time to put your spiritual house in order. You might have meant to repent but hadn't quite got round to it. Too bad. Down you go. All the way.

There are things$$$ also$$$ that are memories as essential and structural as bones in toes and fingers.

Books want to be born: I never make them. They come to me and insist on being written$$$ and on being such and such.

Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.

The oldest books are still only just out to those who have not read them.