You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

The whiskey warmed his tongue and the back of his throat, but it did not change his ideas any, and suddenly, looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar, he knew that drinking was never going to do any good to him now. Whatever he had now he had, and it was from now on, and if he drank himself unconscious when he woke up it would be there.

The cat has complete emotional honesty - an attribute not often found in humans.

Good dialogue is not real speech-it's the illusion of real speech.

The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.

Never write about a place until you're away from it, because that gives you perspective

If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.