So if I were talking to a young writer, I would recommend the cultivation of extreme indifference to both praise and blame because praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

Literature bores me, especially great literature

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.

We must travel in the direction of our fear.

Them lady poets must not marry, pal.