Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.

[on Gertrude Stein's Making Of Americans:] I Doubt If All The People Who Should Read It Will Read It For A Great While Yet, For It Is In Such A Limited Edition, And Reading It Is Anyhow A Sort Of Permanent Occupation.

I've Been Called A Stylist Until I Really Could Tear My Hair Out. And I Simply Don't Believe In Style. The Style Is You.

I Look Upon Literature As An Art, And I Believe That If You Misuse It Or Abuse It, It Will Leave You. It Is Not A Thing That You Can Nail Down And Use As You Want. You Have To Let It Use You, Too.

Childhood Is The Fiery Furnace In Which We Are Melted Down To Essentials And That Essential Shaped For Good.