For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

Love is infinitely more endurable than hate.

The ocean is worth writing about just as man is.

Do you know how an ugly woman feels? Do you know what it is to be ugly all your life and inside to feel that you are beautiful? It is very rare.

I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists. All powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. And hell would probably an ugly vacuum full of poor polygamists unable to obtain booze or with chronic stomach disorders that they called secret sorrows.