We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.