An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

If there is an amateur reader still left in the world - or anybody who just reads and runs - I ask him or her, with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this book four ways with my wife and children.

I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know).

And the old horror of being a professional writer, and the usual stench of words that goes with it, is begining to drive me out of my seat. (Buddy)

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.