A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptac >>
The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafnes >>
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Each writer is born with a repertory company in his head. Shakespeare >>
The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.