The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

Sometimes I don't know whether I'm real or whether I'm a character in one of my novels.

That's the whole burden of this novel - the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!