There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.

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.

Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.

I'm tired of everybody. Please forgive me.