I am opposed to writing about the private lives of living authors and psychoanalyzing them while they are alive. Criticism is getting all mixed up with a combination of the Junior FBI-men, discards from Freud and Jung and a sort of Columnist peep-hole and missing laundry list school. ... Every young English professor sees gold in them dirty sheets now. Imagine what they can do with the soiled sheets of four legal beds by the same writer and you can see why their tongues are slavering.

As in no other form of lute or combat, the conditions are such; the winner takes nothing, neither his ease, nor his pleasure, nor any notion of glory, nor if he wins far enough, will he find anything within himself.

A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.

It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped over a stick.

You are all a lost generation. [with credit to Gertrude Stein]

I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games.