He was the tallest, thinnest, weariest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was brilliant. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and he had only two suits. He was completely unhappy, and I didn't know why.

If a body catch a body coming through the rye.

My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.

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.

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

There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.