Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.

Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?