I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I think people want their illusions and writers are mostly illusion. When you read their words, you read a flattened, incomplete version of the writer.
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
Never rely on the glory of the morning nor the smiles of your mother-in-law.
We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.