You usually can tell when a writer is going down hill by the size of his liquor bill.
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
New York is not even a city, it's a congerie of rotten villages.
If your writing doesn`t keep you up at night, it won`t keep anyone else up either".
I write of the wish that comes true--for some reason, a terrifying thought.
Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.