People who travel are always fugitives.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.

We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.

We can see the film stars of yesterday in yesterday’s films, hear the voices of poest and singers on a record, keep the plays of dead dramatists upon our bookshelves, but the actor who holds his audience captive for one brief moment upon a lighted stage vanishes forever when the curtain falls.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.

Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.