I struggled in the beginning. I said I was going to write the truth, so help me God. And I thought I was. I found I couldn't. Nobody can write the absolute truth.

What is an artist? He's a man who has antennae, who knows how to hook up to the currents which are in atmosphere, in the cosmos.

For one crime which is expiated in prison ten thousand are committed thoughtlessly by those who condemn.

I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.

When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it.

Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.