O.K." "Gee I'm glad." "Me too. I'm so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river." "You'll love it, Frank. We'll get a place up in the mountains, where it's cool, and then, after I get my act ready, we can go all over the world with it. Go as we please, do as we please, and have plenty of money to spend. Have you got a little bit of gypsy in you?" "Gypsy? I had rings in my ears when I was born.

Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.

If you have to do it, you can do it.

New York is not even a city, it's a congerie of rotten villages.

You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.

You usually can tell when a writer is going down hill by the size of his liquor bill.

Writing a novel is like working on foreign policy. There are problems to be solved. It's not all inspirational.