So who's perfect? ... Washington had false teeth. Franklin was nearsighted. Mussolini had syphilis. Unpleasant things have been said about Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde. Tchaikovsky had his problems, too. And Lincoln was constipated.

Much as I like owning a Rolls-Royce, I could do without it. What I could not do without is a typewriter, a supply of yellow second sheets and the time to put them to good use.

The trouble is people leave too much to luck. They get married and then trust to luck. They should be sure in the first place.

Becoming the reader is the essence of becoming a writer.

In every marriage the wife has to keep her mouth shut about at least one small thing her husband does that disgusts her.

An artist is his own fault.

Never play cards with a man named Doc, and never eat at a place called Mom's.