Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.

A writer has to take all the risks of putting down what he sees.

I love America more than any other country in the world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.

Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent.

It is a very rare man who does not victimize the helpless.