Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.

I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.

This is the posture of fortunes slave: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

One has but to observe a community of beavers at work in a stream to understand the loss in his sagacity, balance, co-operation, competence, and purpose which Man has suffered since he rose up on his hind legs. He began to chatter and he developed Reason, Thought, and Imagination, qualities which would get the smartest group of rabbits or orioles in the world into inextricable trouble overnight.

You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.

Some American writers who have known each other for years have never met in the daytime or when both were sober.