Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your reserves.

I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.

About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.

You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across, not just to depict life, or criticize it, but to actually make it alive.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.