I don't know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.

Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down.

I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.

The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything

If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.

In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence and has held earth close around him, like the little obstetrical toad that goes about with a cluster of eggs attached to his legs.

Good deeds never go unpunished.