He's a great writer. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have tried to kill him... I was the champ and when I read his stuff I knew he had something. So I dropped a heavy glass skylight on his head at a drinking party. But you can't kill the guy. He's not human.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

You can write anytime people will leave you alone and not interrupt you.

We in America should see that no man is ever given, no matter how gradually or how noble and excellent the man, the power to put this country into a war which is now being prepared and brought closer each day with all the pre-meditation of a long planned murder. For when you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis comes.

The time to work is shorter all the time and if you waste it you ... have committed a sin for which there is no forgiveness.

I suppose if a man has something once, always something of it remains.