Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill.

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.

Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do not last are always more beloved since no one has to see them in their long, dull, unrelenting, no-quarter-given-and-no-quarter-received, fights that they make to do something as they believe it should be done before they die. Those who die or quit early and easy and with every good reason are preferred because they are understandable and human. Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved.

The best way to become a writer is to go off and write.

Remember to get the weather in your damn book-weather is very important.

I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.