I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.

I always rewrite each day up to the point where I stopped. When it is all finished, naturally you go over it. You get another chance to correct and rewrite when someone else types it, and you see it clean in type. The last chance is in the proofs. You're grateful for these different chances.

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

Don't you like to write letters? I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something.

I'm always reading books-as many as there are. I ration myself on them so that I'll always be in supply.

No horse named Morbid ever won a race.

No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. You can wipe out your opponents. But if you do it unjustly you become eligible for being wiped out yourself.