I Felt A Haunting Loneliness Sometimes, And

Here Was A New Generation, Shouting The Old Cries, Learning The Old Creeds, Through A Revery Of Long Days And Nights; Destined Finally To Go Out Into That Dirty Gray Turmoil To Follow Love And Pride; A New Generation Dedicated More Than The Last To The Fear Of Poverty And The Worship Of Success; Grown Up To Find All Gods Dead, All Wars Fought, All Faiths In Man Shaken.

There Are No Second Acts In American Lives.

I Was In Love With A Whirlwind, So When The Girl Threw Me Over, I Went Home And Finished My Novel.

It Was Always The Becoming He Dreamed Of, Never The Being.

I Like People And I Like Them To Like Me, But I Wear My Heart Where God Put It, On The Inside.