the tigers have found me and I do not care.

I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.