Most journalists are broken down alcoholics.
The worse the author, the more he is known.
Publishers seem to be in an alcoholic haze most of the time. Well, the publishers have no idea what a writer is.
No one looks at a television, and no one hears it. It's a poison.
I don't think it's like eastern mysticism, which leaves the person whole. It's really another form of cancer, television.
Feeling is taboo, especially in New York. I read in some little magazine the other day that The New Yorker and The New York Times were sclerotic, meaning, "completely turned to rock." The critics here are that way.