For a psychoanalyst to be any good... he'd have to believe that it was through the grace of God that he'd been inspired to study psychoanalysis in the first place.

I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind.... It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know.

You don't know how to talk to people you don't like. Don't love, really. You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

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

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

I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.