What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

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

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.