They taught me different was wrong.
In modern war. . . you will die like a dog for no good reason.
Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
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.
A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.
Rampant eclecticism is my middle name.
I maintain that we ought to abolish the institution and stop causing or facilitating the existence of more 'companion' animals.
When I was a graduate student, the leading spirits at Harvard were interested in the history of ideas.