Writers aren’t exactly people…. They’re a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.
It’s all life is. Just going ’round kissing people.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
I’ve always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
What a feeble thing intelligence is, with its short steps, its waverings, its pacings back and forth, its disastrous retreats! Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances. There are people who say that intelligence must...
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go