Who'd have thought the Frisbee would have caught on?
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey
All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.
You know that fiction, prose rather, is possibly the roughest trade of all in writing. You do not have the reference, the old important reference. You have the sheet of blank paper, the pencil, and the obligation to invent truer than things can be true. You have to take what is not palpable and make it completely palpable and also have it seem normal and so that it can become a part of experience of the person who reads it.
The world breaks everyone or nearly everyone, of their childish illusions, assumptions and wishes, often painfully and afterwards due to the personal growth in practical experience, insight and the resulting wisdom many are strong at the broken places just like mended broken bones often are, and some people even have the great insight to be grateful for the purifying fire.
Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide. . . I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting.
Yesterday's dangerous idea is today's orthodoxy and tomorrow's cliché.
Chance and necessity.
I let go of the past and choose to accept every situation as being for me and not against me.
Of two evils, had not an author better be tedious than superficial! From an overflowing vessel you may gather more, indeed, than you want, but from an empty one you can gather nothing.