Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.

Writers are diffident creatures -- they need encouragement.

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.

Evil is not any superhuman, but it is HUMAN.