Her fluency was marvelous. She would say things at random, intricate, flamelike, or slide off into a parenthetical limbo peppered with fireworks-- admirable linguistic feats which a practiced writer might struggle for hours to achieve.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it.

I will never again go to people under false pretenses even if it is to give them the Holy Bible. I will never again sell anything, even if I have to starve. I am going home now and I will sit down and really write about people.

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.