Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

The shell is America's most active contribution to the formation of character. A tough hide. Grow it early.