"We have usurped many of the powers we once ascribed to God. Fearful and unprepared, we have assumed lordship over the life or death of the whole world — of all living things. The danger and the glory and the choice rest finally in man. The test of his perfectibility is at hand. Having taken Godlike power, we must seek in ourselves for the responsibility and the wisdom we once prayed some deity might have. Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope. So that today, St. John the apostle may well be paraphrased: In the end is the Word, and the Word is Man — and the Word is with Men."

"With humanity's long proud history of standing firm against natural enemies, sometimes in the face of almost certain defeat and extinction, we would be cowardly and stupid to leave the field on the eve of our greatest potential victory."

"The writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit — for gallantry in defeat — for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally-flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man, has no dedication nor any membership in literature."

"Humanity has been passing through a gray and desolate time of confusion. My great predecessor, William Faulkner, speaking here, referred to it as a tragedy of universal fear so long sustained that there were no longer problems of the spirit, so that only the human heart in conflict with itself seemed worth writing about. Faulkner, more than most men, was aware of human strength as well as of human weakness. He knew that the understanding and the resolution of fear are a large part of the writer's reason for being. This is not new. The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement."

"Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches — nor is it a game for the cloistered elect, the tinhorn mendicants of low calorie despair. Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed. The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, their responsibilities have been decreed by our species."

"Such is the prestige of the Nobel award and of this place where I stand that I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession and in the great and good men who have practiced it through the ages."

"In my heart there may be doubt that I deserve the Nobel award over other men of letters whom I hold in respect and reverence — but there is no question of my pleasure and pride in having it for myself. It is customary for the recipient of this award to offer personal or scholarly comment on the nature and the direction of literature. At this particular time, however, I think it would be well to consider the high duties and the responsibilities of the makers of literature."

"There's nobody as lonely as an all-married man."

"A secret's a terribly lonesome thing."

"A crime is something someone else commits."

"Like most modern people, I don't believe in prophecy or magic and then spend half my time practicing it."

"The things everyone knows are most likely to be wrong."

"… we've got so many laws you can't breathe without breaking something."

"Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is — and a woman too, I guess."

"Not only the brave get killed, but the brave have a better chance of it."

"Strength and success— they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it."

"Maybe not having time to think is not having the wish to think."

"A man is a lonely thing."

"All men are moral. Only their neighbors are not."

"You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway."

"There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not."

"The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time."

"In the dusk I saw her smile, that incredible female smile. It is called wisdom but it isn't that but rather an understanding that makes wisdom unnecessary."

"Ellen, only last night, asked, 'Daddy, when will we be rich?' But I did not say to her what I know: 'We will be rich soon, and you who handle poverty badly will handle riches equally badly.' And that is true. In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms."

"No one wants advice — only corroboration."

"To be alive at all is to have scars."

"Can you disbelieve in something you don't know about? […] It isn't that I don't believe but that I don't know."

"A little hope, even hopeless hope, never hurt anybody."

"What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately."

"Even if teen-age children aren't making a sound, it's quieter when they're gone. They put a boiling in the air around them. As they left, the whole house seemed to sigh and settle. No wonder poltergeists infest only houses with adolescent children."

"What a wonderful thing a woman is. I can admire what they do even if I don't understand why."

"I guess we're all, or most of us, the wards of that nineteenth-century science which denied existence to anything it could not measure or explain. The things we couldn't explain went right on but surely not with our blessing. We did not see what we couldn't explain, and meanwhile a great part of the world was abandoned to children, insane people, fools, and mystics, who were more interested in what is than in why it is. So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic, because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out."

"A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers."

"When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people. Maybe that means — hell, it's complicated."

"Does anyone ever know even the outer fringe of another? What are you like in there? Mary — do you hear? Who are you in there?"

"No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself."

"Sometimes it's great fun to be silly, like children playing statues and dying of laughter. And sometimes being silly breaks the even pace and lets you get a new start."

"They successfully combined piracy and puritanism, which aren't so unlike when you come right down to it. Both had a strong dislike for opposition and both had a roving eye for other people's property."

"It is odd how a man believes he can think better in a special place. I have such a place, have always had it, but I know it isn't thinking I do there, but feeling and experiencing and remembering. It's a safety place — everyone must have one, although I never heard a man tell of it."

"My dreams are the problems of the day stepped up to absurdity, a little like men dancing, wearing the horns and masks of animals."

"I'm sorry," Ethan said. "You have taught me something — maybe three things, rabbit footling mine. Three things will never be believed — the true, the probable, and the logical. I know now where to get the money to start my fortune."

"Only God sees the sparrow fall, but even God doesn’t do anything about it."

"You know most people live ninety per cent in the past, seven per cent in the present, and that only leaves them three per cent for the future."

"If you want to keep a friend never test him."

"Are cats strange animals or do they so resemble us that we find them curious as we do monkeys?"

"Failure is a state of mind. It’s like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it."

"For the most part people are not curious except about themselves."

"We can shoot rockets into space but we can’t cure anger or discontent."

"Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future."