Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
You can't deny laughter. When it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
We are always in search of the redeeming formula, the crystallizing thought.
There are a terrible lot of lies going around the world, and the worst of it is half of them are true.