The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard.

A Bookman’s Love Of Books Is A Love Of Books, Not Merely Of The Information In Them.

I Remember That The Single Most Vicious Letter I Ever Read Was The Letter Hemingway Wrote Scribners When They Asked Him To Give A Blurb For From Here To Eternity. It's There, In The Selected Letters For All To Read, An Example Of A Once Great Writer At His Very Worst. I Doubt That He Ever Forgave Scribners For Publishing James Jones In The First Place. War, As Hemingway Saw It, Belonged To Him.

There Isn't A Thought In My Head I Care To Be Alone With For More Than Five Minutes.

No Illusion Is More Crucial Than The Illusion That Great Success And Huge Money Buy You Immunity From The Common Ills Of Mankind, Such As Cars That Won't Start.

Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.