He did not say that because he knew that if you said a good thing it might not happen.

I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply?

This beer is good for you. This is draft beer. Stick with the beer. Let's go and beat this guy up and come back and drink some more beer.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it. Financial security then is a great help as it keeps you from worrying.

The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.

I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together

There is no friend as loyal as a book.