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.

Once in Africa I lost the corkscrew and we were forced to live off food and water for weeks.

You've such a lovely temperature.

There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and I don't ever tell which is which.

In company with people of your own trade you ordinarily speak of other writers' books. The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves. Joyce was a very great writer and he would only explain what he was doing to jerks. Other writers that he respected were supposed to be able to know what he was doing by reading 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.