The writer's life seethes within but not without.

It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.

A novelist should not be too intelligent either, although... he may be permitted to be an intellectual.

Every dogma has its day.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

As a chamber hung round about with looking-glasses represents the face upon every turn, thus all the world doth the mercy and the bounty of God; though that be visible, yet it discovers an invisible God and his invisible properties.