I held hands with her all the time...that doesn't sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think.

The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.