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.

But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.

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)

I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.