Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

That was the trouble with being a writer, that was the main trouble—leisure time, excessive leisure time. You had to wait around for the buildup until you could write and while you were waiting you went crazy, and while you were going crazy you drank and the more you drank the crazier you got.

I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.

It seemed better to delay thinking.