Writing is the art of applying the ass to the seat.

Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

I might repeat to myself . . . a list of quotations from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.

Age before beauty, and pearls before swine.

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.