I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.