The writer works in a lonely way.

I look at everything. God gave me eyes and I look at women and men and subway excavations and moving pictures and the little flowers of the field. I casually inspect the universe.

No writer need feel sorry for himself if he writes and enjoys it, even if he doesn't get paid.

I'm not as hopeful as I was when I was young

The great writers just kept bringing them out. They didn't care if they repeated themselves.

I've gone on the wagon, but my body doesn't believe it.

Ernest Hemingway did a great deal toward making the writer an acceptable public figure; obviously, he was no sissy.