Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's science, the most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen, may live to see him fat, slow, old, and bald taking a beating from a younger man. But I would like to hazard a prediction that whoever beats Joe Louis in an honest fight in the next fifteen years will have to get up the floor to do it.

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.

The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.

One cat just leads to another. The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you see them all moving like a mass migration at feeding time.

I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.